Pease porridge hot.
Pease porridge cold.
Pease porridge covered in
Peronospora mold.
Some like it hot.
Some like it cold.
No one likes it covered in
Peronospora mold.
Pease porridge cold.
Pease porridge hot.
Pease porridge top fermented
in Ma's copper pot.
Many like it cold.
Fewer like it hot.
You'd like sev'ral growlers
whereas I'd like just a spot.
Pease porridge warm.
Pease porridge cool.
Pease porridge tepid,
served with Papa's past'fazool.
Few like it warm.
Many like it cool.
You can't seem to get enough
while too much makes me drool.
Pease porridge cool.
Pease porridge warm.
Pease porridge regist'ring
a diff'rent thermal form.
Some like it cool.
Some like it warm.
No one likes it anywhere
where lukewarm is the norm.
Pease porridge grey.
Pease porridge green.
Pease porridge made in Grandma's
platinum tureen.
You like it grey.
I like it green.
No one likes it midnight blue:
they don't know where it's been.
Pease porridge green.
Pease porridge grey.
Pease porridge partner'd
with a Caesar salad, say.
I like it green.
You like it grey.
We both like it tomorrow,
not today or yesterday.
Pease porridge sweet.
Pease porridge dry.
Pease porridge complements
a huckleberry pie.
I like it sweet.
You like it dry.
Grampa likes it not at all
but will not tell me why.
Pease porridge dry.
Pease porridge sweet.
Pease porridge -- served in saucers,
over ice or neat.
Pease porridge dry.
Pease porridge sweet.
Pease porridge -- do as follows:
pour, sniff, drink, repeat.
Pease porridge nuked.
Pease porridge chill'dI
Pease porridge in a growler...
Careful lest it's spill'd.
None like it nuked.
All like it chill'd.
So: may I have the same again, please...?
I'm not nearly fill'd."
Pease porridge chill'd.
Pease porridge nuked.
Pease porridge I'll reorder
lest I stand rebuked.
All like it chill'd.
None like it nuked.
Late last night I chugged two mugfuls...
...whereupon I puked.