Finally the sun is shining with glee.
Our pod's withered, split. Come, roll down, we're free--
two peas in a pod.
We'll roll. Cannot plod.
Sometimes (being green) don't know what to say
other than come along with me and play.
We are family . . .
you are close to me.
Two peas in a pod . . .
neither with a 'bod'.
Have we escaped from the pod to the pot?
It's sizzling outside. Brother, it's hot!
This world really rocks;
wish I'd feet and socks.
Feetless family . . .
I'd share socks with thee.
Two peas in a pod
is an oddity.
We make it to the carnival to ride
unaware monstrous 'feet' are astride.
Raised without a fear . . .
innocent, so dear.
This world's full of rocks,
that's given me 'pocks'.
Everything's tender
bumper to fender.
Two peas in a pod
SPLIT
by one thoughtless clod!
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Reviews of "Two Peas In A Pod"
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on June 30, 2003
Delightful! Oh, yes.. I'm a sucker for the 'humor' poems.. Thanks, Sandy. katy.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on June 30, 2003
Ohhhhh Sandra I love to reqad your lighthearted whimsical writes, they always pick up my day!!!! This is another goodie!!!!
~Nikki~
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Jack
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Two peas in a pod
Gets the nod.
Write on!
Leland
adorable and whimsical write; well done, sandra! enjoyed~
love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :) (((HUGS)))
- J -
i nearly "pead" myself laughing LOL
this is adorable and so funny...you are a mess!
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)