There once was a pod, that hung down to the ground
And inside this pod there were peas.
Now peas are all meant to be just the same
But Peedie was not one of those.
For Peedie had legs, at the end of were feet
And at the end of these feet there were toes.
But sadly for Peedie she had no face,
No place for her eyes, mouth and nose.
One fine day Peedie said to herself
‘This pod life just isn’t for me’.
So she kicked out her legs, fell down to the ground
No back pack or shoes I could see.
She set out with pace and intention to find
A new place that she could call home.
But looking around at the grass and the trees
She realised she couldn’t do it alone.
She hiked a hard day, from her pod to the pond,
Twenty feet is quite far for her size.
It was then she looked up and to her terror she saw.
A horrible green pair of eyes.
She continued to stare, though she had no eyes to stare with
It was only a frog, she thanked god.
’Hello my dear, mine names Frances, what’s yours?’
All Peedie could manage was nod.
Introductions aside, Frances sat down to eat
She had bread and butter for tea.
Peedie just sat and wished she could too
For she had no mouth, don’t you see
Frances was pleased if surprised to find
A more adventurous pea than the rest
‘It wont take us long, so tomorrow we’ll go
To a place which no doubt is the best.’
So the next day they went, not a care in the world,
Peedie sat on the frogs back.
And it didn’t take long; the frog’s legs were strong
To reach the place with a smack.
Peedie looked up, and Frances looked with her
And then she looked up some more.
For though to Peedie this object was huge,
To us it is only a door.
‘I must leave you here’ Frances then said
‘Climb up that ivy and see.
Start your new life, hope all goes well’
‘Thank you and now I am free!’
Peedie climbed up a thin branch of Ivy
And slipped in through the keyhole.
She dropped to the floor and ran from the door
And set off in search of her goal.
She ran through the hall and into a room
Looked in and started to stare
At the huge wooden and brown table leg
Of the table that was standing there.
She climbed up the leg and looked over the table,
Her mouth open, agape
At all her brothers and her sisters too
Just lying there on a plate.
She ran over to one and shook her quite hard
‘Come on, get up, its me!’
She looked up and saw a huge fork descending
‘They’re going to eat you! Don’t you see!’
She ran from the plate and across the table
And jumped off onto a chair.
She ran for her life and couldn’t look back
At her siblings just lying there.
She left the house, she found a way
It just doesn’t matter how.
And now we can see this lonely pea
In the rain, crying out loud.
‘What is this place? It’s not the best
This pod death just isn’t for me
I’ll set off again, I’ll find more friends
For this pea wants to be free!’
So she set of again, no back pack or shoes
Once again she was quite alone.
I only hope that, for her sake, one day
She found a place to call home.