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Pea and Honey Recipes

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I Eat My Peas With Honey
And tales of derring-do.
Four lines, they can be rhyming
(That's Glow Worms to me and you).
Ending line is as usual.

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God particles are hard to find

Without acceleration

But scientists of true heart and mind

Might use exaggeration

I wish I was a Boson-Higgs

E'er since I were a lass

I've always wanted much more weight

To look like like Mama Cass.

[J, P. S, R] I laughed out loud.
I'm glad I'm not a molecule

With too much dipole moment

I'm methane, constituent of farts Glad I'm not the only chemical anorak here.

That's the odorous component

I wish I were a microwave

From space at 3°

I'd get inside your woolly socks

And mutilate your knees

The gamma Higgs neutrinalo

Is mighty hard to find

It makes quick rounds, like a gigalo

And leaves no trace behind

I wish that I spoke physicist

I'm sure it's quite a lark

With acronyms and symbols

Based on the lighter quark*

*Forced ("Flavourful mesons are mesons made of pair of quark and antiquarks of different flavours. The rules are simpler in this case: the main symbol depends on the heavier quark, the superscript depends on the charge, and the subscript (if any) depends on the lighter quark.")

I've got bells that jingle jangle

On my one-horse sleigh Are we in the run-up to Christmas already?

They really get upon my tits

And think of the poor dray.

I wish that I was sozzled

Completely out my tree

Because I cannot bear to face

Enforced sobriety

I wish I weren't so flatulent

I'd have a lot more friends

'Cos my windy smelly ways

Some clearly are not even worth a mercy killing

I wish I could run really fast

Just like that West Indian sprinter

I'd always be first, not last

But my wooden leg would splinter

I wish I could swim really well

Through Heinz Tomato Soup

An Olympian vision of Hell

Backstrokes through crimson goop

Well, now the games are over

And life resumes its course

Get ready for the football

And prepare for a divorce.

I'm sleeping less than well [S,R,K,R] Very nice! Reminds me to be thankful Mrs Tuj and I share a sports addiction

I toss and turn all night Shut up at the back.

I need no waking bell

But then I'm less than bright

If I screw up my eyes and dangling preposition alert

Put on some glasses

This looks like a haiku. Sorry, but I just can't get the previous lines to scan as anything.

Created by asses.

[cfm] Superb last-minute addition. Have a crisp! In fact, have several.

The road outside is melting

To a treacly noisy goo

And now the rain is pelting [cdm] Well saved!

Right, God, I'm going to sue

The weather's not improving

It's staying much the same

There's not much else to talk about

Let's get back to the game.

I wish I were the Lord your God

And not have horns or tail

I'd give you all a healthy prod

To make you weep and wail.

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