Freedom!

Dinner was served and what a dish
  Best Sunday roast
All set out groaning for gravy
Except for one single pea.

I don’t wanna be like the others He cried,
I don’t wanna see a mouth from the inside,
I wanna be a travler and explore the unknown,
I wanna seek my fortune - he began to moan,
There’s a world out there I wanna discover,
I won’t stay and be one pea next to another.

So…

He hopped off the plate, rolled down the fork,
Over a roaster and pole vaulted the pork,
Onto the table, jumped down to the floor,
Faster and faster - he rolled some more.
Over the carpet and down the hall,
Under the sideboard, skirted the wall,
Through the door to the great unknown,
Past the family dog - its okay, he’s a bone (phew!).
Down the garden path, avoided the slug,
Had to dart quickly to avoid a bug,
A strong wind blew, and the speeding pea,
Let out a belly laugh, giggled with glee.
Leaped down the curb and across the road,
He had no need of a green cross code,
On a wing and a prayer he rolled for his life,
Into the park - to a world free of strife (he wished!).
Free of anxiety - full of inna peace (peas),
He wowed his way through the grass and the trees,
He smelled the flowers and tasted the rain,
Soaked up the sun and explored the turrain.
A shoe just missed him - a ball passed by,
A bumble bee nearly stung him in the eye,
He avoided disaster again and again,
Gasping with joy while showing no shame.
On top of the swings he screamed with delight,
Catapulted above the most wonderous sight,
And landed kersplosh in a puddle of mud,
Wiped it away on what ever he could.
And still he rolled, that brave little pea,
Grateful he wasn’t just somebody's tea,
As darkness gave birth and the sky grew cold,
The day slipped age and fell to old.

He fell to rest in beds of beauty,
Dreaming of neglected duty.
Recalled with awe that brave little pea,
That refused to be just somebody's tea.