Spilt Split Pea Soup

my darling Rachel
stop your bitchin
and get in here
and clean the kitchen
you spilt your soup on the floor
then wiped it on the refrigerator door
I know it was you
because you got it all over your face
I swear girl
you with split pea soup
gets spilt all over the place

This poem is dedicated to Rachel Seer and her strange passion for split pea soup.