The Pea

Trust me, princess; I know peas, and I know
How someone who's been too cared-for
Cannot deal with them. Stacking mattresses
So high as I am seems to do no good, and none
Of those who orbit you would dare say, “Learn
To live with it, as commoners so often do.”
You were not groomed for such vexations.
Dad and Mom and all the servants swore you'd
Lead a pleasant life, and it appears that's what
You did until a raffish man crept near to sing you
Songs and steal your heart. He is the pea who
Leaves you sleepless. Trust me, princess, I will
Tell no one that he is me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-01 at 18:15

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