Sweet Peter, pea eater, pleased to meet ya
Said Tubby Rita, not a meter maid,
Discreetly seated in Peterborough,
Greeting people who’d seized the ad displayed
In Peterborough’s paper and then made
Fleet-footed progress to her factory.
For complete success Rita sat and prayed:
To employ Sweet Peter as boss would be
For Peas R Us so satisfactory.
You’re so sweet, Peter, that I could eat ya,
Thought Rita. A litre of lemonade
For you, Peter, she said; now eat a pea
With me. It’s easy. Come here, I’ll squeeze ya.
Sweet Peter patted her. Pots of pennies he made.
Thur 17 May 2007
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