Saturday, July 28, 2012

An Echo From My Past

The other night, my wife asked for help assembling supper. As I microwaved the peas, I remembered this silly little poem from when I was very young. My mom always loved it, and, from what she's told me, it's probably one of the first jokes I ever told.

I always eat peas with honey,
I've done it all my life.
They do taste kind of funny,
But it keeps them on the knife.

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