Puzzled Pea

I'm just a pea

in a plain pea pod.

But there's something about

little me that's odd.

For although like the others,

I'm a plain, green pea,

they are all them...

While I'm

just me.

(One of kindergarten gent's memory poems, from a wonderful book of poetry for children, Plum by Tony Mitton.)

We got a handful of ripe peas-in-the-pod today. Garden candy. Pop the end, zip the pod open, slide the green peas out of the pod with your thumb, right out into your hand. Pop them into your mouth. Oh, so sweet.