Tuesday, April 13, 2010

peas poetry

Gus has been wandering around all day saying "Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot, nine days old; Some like it hot, some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, nine days old. . . "

I have no idea what it means, but I wish he'd shut up.

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