Oh, what a beautiful day it is today!

There must be a morning mist mustering its way

Through the pod I am within.

Leaving this pod would be a sin.

Wait, what is that rustling this bush?

Is that man crushing my plant to mush?

Oh no! My cozy container caught in the hands of this criminal!

I may not be able to say I hate him, but the message is subliminal.

Now I am sitting in this old bag

This sure is a drag

Maybe I could be a nice soup!

Oh no, what if I end up in a chicken coop?

Well, there is no need to worry, for I am a pea

And whatever happens will happen with or without me

 

Wow, what a sleepless night!

Traveling in this bag sure gave me a fright!

It was not the traveling that scared me.

It was the thoughts of what’s to come that scared this small pea

What if my pod is squeezed too hard, so out I shoot?

Or someone makes a stew and I am thrown in with a root?

For roots are so nasty and vile,

And they are always in denial

But, I apologize, I digress.

There is a way I wish to go, and I will confess.

My choice would be a nice split pea soup,

Cooked by the finest cooks all working in a group

To make this delectable dish that will be my legacy

And then I am eaten by a king, and all are filled with jealousy.

That is my choice of death, no more, no little,

All that I can ask is that they do not pittle

Well, I can sense the day has ended and night has come.

No soup will be made until the beating of the morning drum.

 

Oh, what sadness feels my soul

For I will never reach my goal.

I will never be the pea I hoped to be.

I feel lower than a flea.

For I am being placed beneath a mattress

Could they not use me for better things in this palace?

I am very upset, to say the least.

Could I not be a part of the special feast?

Nope. I am some test for a princess

I am out of my shell. I feel skinless.

There are so many mattresses in here

Night time is upon us, and bedtime is near.

What weird way will they put me in this?

What will they get from it? Will they feel bliss?

I certainly do not. Not in the slightest.

Well, I am in. And this squeeze sure is the tightest

Squeeze that I have been in for awhile.

 

Well, the night ended and it is morning.

It would be an overstatement to say it was boring.

I guess it is good that the princess was who she said she was.

But I really do not understand any of this, especially all this buzz.

I have left my shell. I am decaying.

Here I am, on my deathbed I am laying.

My once prestigious perfect pink eye purple hull body

Is now slowly dying. I am waiting on something. Somebody

To take me from this hull and bring me to a whole new world

Filled with rows of gold and rain every day, all together curled

Pea heaven. I am ready and waiting.

There is no question. No debating.

THe princess got what she wanted, so it is time for the pea.