It's TRIPLETS!!!

The poetic kind...:oI
Every April I join in the April Poetry month thing, so here goes Day the Third:

PEEPS 

 Every Easter 'he' brings me Peeps

He stuffs them in by heaps and heaps

I'd rather throw them under Jeeps

Their sug'ry bodies make me bulge

If I but think I might indulge

I'd rather eat a pound of fulge.

 Fudge...:o)

© 2015 by H. Linn Murphy

If you want to know more about triplet poetry, try here.