The Pea's Peril
Minding my own business (like a good pea) was I.
Until I heard the door open, and then a big sigh.
Under the mattress, to my hiding place I went.
I heard a castle employee- by the queen they'd been sent.
I stayed statue still, as quiet as a mouse.
But then, put on top of me, was the weight of a house!
More mattresses were added, maybe eight, maybe ten.
They added the princess, and I knew I was finished then.
In her quest to jump through every royal hoop,
The princess instead ended up with pea soup.
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