Back in the '60's or 70's, I had a Mad Magazine book. I think it
must have been a poetry book. One poem I remember from the book, whose
title I've forgotten, was a parady of "The Bells" by Edgar Allan Poe.
The paradoy may have been titled "Peas", and began like this:
You can talk of beef and spuds, When you're frocked in fancy duds,
A sittin' there as cozy as you please.
But when some heathen demon, in your stomach starts a 'screamin'
Then you'll sell your bloomin' soul for buttered peas!
First you shells 'em to a man, then you toss 'em in a pan,
Then you boils 'em 'til the bugler calls a halt ...
Does anyone remember the rest of this poetic parody, or know if
it's posted online? Otherwise, I'd like the title of the book, so I
might seek a copy.
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