"You want some poems, I got some _______ poems!"
LOL
Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold,
pease porridge in the pot, nine days old.
Toss it in the microwave, ten minutes high,
listen for the pot to crack, smell the porridge fry.
Watch the oven’s door blow out, oh the gooey foam.
Won’t this be a fun surprise
for mom when she gets home?