I went to see a beet poet the other day. There were lots of hip peas there.
My mum makes peas for every meal. I'm sick of her reci-peas.
Once I got peas stuck in my ear. I had to make people re-pea-t themselves.
I had a traumatic experience with peas. I even had to go to thera-pea.
Q: What do vegetables wish for, more than anything else in the whole world?
A: Peas on earth!
Some peas rolled off my plate, and one went far further than the rest. He was the cham-pea-on.
I sat on some peas in the car. It was a bumpea ride.
I lost one pea from my plate at dinner the other day. It was an escape-pea.
"Can I get some peas and quiet?!" shouted the pea dad angrily.
Mr. Pea never did any work and yet always looked down on the other vegetables. He was a real peas of work.
I like to roll peas from the top of a mountain. I always start at the peak.
Lots of peas work as spies. Espea-onage is very common.
Did you know that humans started out as peas? That's why we're called homosa-pea-ns.
If you're in a food fight, always throw peas. We need to give peas a chance.