Peas of mind

I was shelling peas this morning
when a thought bewrought my brain:
I wonder if old Twemlow
ever bonks his old beldame.

Such fearful scenes the mind can raise
when dreamers least expect it:
Twemlow and his beldame
trying to get re-connected.

The very thought alarmed me,
and put me to the blush:
a pair of rancid badgers
fumbling in a bush.

Then lo! the very plate of peas
went skidding ‘cross the floor,
for even peas are never pleased
to see such scenes of gore.


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