Peter Piper

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked; If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked? Peter, a fellow who loved things tangy, Stood by his basket, shiny and jangly. Each pepper, a jewel - green, red, and so yellow, Pickled to perfection, a taste oh so mellow. But where would they go, these peppers so bright? A market stall, perhaps, a culinary delight? Or maybe a feast for friends far and wide, With laughter and stories, peppers piled high. He pictured them sizzling on a pan nice and hot, Next to juicy burgers, a taste loved a lot. Or perhaps in a salad, a colorful crunch, Adding a peppery zing to every fine lunch. Peter Piper pondered as he walked down the lane, His basket full of peppers, grown with sunshine and rain. "My pickled peppers are perfect," he said with a grin, "Now the sharing and fun can truly begin!" He met with his neighbor, little Penny Plum, Who was trying to cook, but her pot looked quite glum. "My soup has no flavor. It’s boring," she sighed. "Could I borrow a pepper?" she hopefully tried. "Of course!" Peter chuckled and gave her his best, A plump pickled pepper that outshone the rest. Penny's soup bubbled and danced with new taste, Not a single warm drop would go to waste! Next, Peter passed by the community plot, Where neighbors grew veggies in each little spot. "Our garden needs color!" they called with delight. Peter planted some peppers to grow big and bright. "These will bloom into plants with new peppers to pick!" Peter showed them how planting could do the trick. The gardeners thanked him and watered with care, Future harvests of peppers for all to share. Then he discovered Paolo making pizza dough, Tossing it high, putting on quite a show. "My pizza needs something with sparkle and zest! Some pickled peppers would make it the best!" Peter shared a handful, all juicy and bright. Paolo sprinkled them on with a chef’s great delight. "Perfecto!" he cried as the oven door closed, The smell of his cooking through windows soon flowed. As the sun started setting on that wonderful day, Peter peeked in his basket, he’d given them all away! His peck of pickled peppers had found homes anew, Bringing joy to his friends, both the many and few. That night at his table, as stars twinkled above, Peter munched his last pepper, his heart full of love. For sharing is better than keeping, it’s true, Spread kindness around, and it comes back to you! So, the peck of pickled peppers, not all did he sell, But shared with his friends, a story to tell. For kindness, like peppers, can bring joy and delight, Spreading its sweetness from morning till night. And if you should wonder, as you drift off to sleep, Where did Peter Piper’s pickled peppers leap? They’re making folks happy all over the town, Turning frowns upside down, bringing smiles all around! Peter Piper’s peppers, so tasty and bright, Spread happiness and friendship from morning till night. And that is the answer to the riddle so clever: Where’s the peck of peppers? Spreading joy forever!