Peter was a funny boy
Who’d masticate raw cabbage;
He’d drop dry leaves into his mouth
And crunch them like a savage.
Peter was the kind of boy
For whom the age-old adage,
“Eat your greens and you’ll stay lean”,
Was stooped in excess baggage.
Peter was a quirky boy
Who made up his own language,
Codifying leafy greens
As pudding good enough to ravage.
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