Frozen super master race

Peas are green,
Peas are round,
Peas in the freezer
Don’t make a sound.
(At least that’s what most people think,
But if you watch you’ll see them wink).
They’re a frozen-super-master-race,
Descended down from outer space
(Well, suburb space to be pedantic,
But mention that, they’ll grow quite frantic,
So I feign awe at their credentials
And marvel at their green potential).
They’re waiting for the ice age thaw
To rule us like they did before.
In the dead of night I hear them trill
“We’ll get out soon, I’m sure we will.”


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