THE PEASE PORRIDGE POEM

THE PEASE PORRIDGE POEM

By Sandra Dermark

Here's a little ditty I wrote at UJI University and I have decided to expande today:

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 new,

some like it old.

Some like it black,

some like it blue,

some like it fake,

some like it true.

Some with spoon of silver,

some with spoon of gold...

I like it any way,

if the truth be told!