mc5 - Pea and Honey Recipes

And what it was that depressed her

So lead her down my primrose path

So maybe she would have felt much better

Chalky

I wish I was a messenger

Telegram in hand

To warn of your investiture

As fairest in the land. [pen] Well rhymed.

I wish I were a lightning bolt [Raak] Ta. I had to 'do research'.

That lights the thunderhead

I'd strike you where it hurts the most

Giertrud

When in your marriage-bed!

One really should be careful

When taunting grizzly bears

Not to mention woodland

Where it leaves its wares

I'm glad I'm not a toothpick

A-poking tushypegs

Getting chewed and rather slimy

A-poking round for dregs That'll do.

I wish I were a lumberjack Shut up at the back.

That leapt from tree to tree

I'd hold my chopper in my hand Steady on ...

CdM

And wield it lustily

A lumberjack, or lumberjill

Which would I rather be?

I'm lucky to have got the choice

Fluid gender - that is me

I'm going on my holiday

I'd better tell my boss

The whole team's coming with me

'Cos they don't give a toss

I wish I were in Switzerland

Where I've stashed my loot

CdM

Instead I'm stuck in Lichtenstein

A tax haven too to boot

I'm just a gnome in Zurich

Amassing piles of gold

Hiding it most secretly

Until this rhyme gets old More than a week without a last line, folks. Time for it to go.

It'll all be held in secret

Grey suits in smoke-filled rooms

The guns are on the table

While they're eating magic 'shrooms Mercy killing, innit.

I wish I were an actor

A star of the West End

I'd call myself 'Evadne'

Who's paid for 'Let's pretend'.

What is it about recent third lines that caused a promising start to peter out?
My recipe for Christmas cake

Is mostly stout and gin

The Christmas pudding that I'll make

'll have none of the above in. hic!

Some doggerel for Friday

Is what we chiefly need

To help forget the current mess

Let good times be decreed! .

KagomeShuko

A frog is in my pocket

Giertrud

And out it wants to leap

gil

I'm tempted just to lock it

Up tightly in The Keep

Neat

What I really want for Christmas

Would tell you quite a lot

About the piss-poor State of Things

That pertain in Camelot!

I wish I'd reached enlightenment

Before I bought that drink

Such clarity of thought has gone

That Nirvana's on the blink.

I wish I'd bought some fishing line

Because now I cannot cast

To catch these drones that spy on me

gil

(I wish I hadn't asked.)

If I'd been born a reindeer

I'd fear all polar bears and covalent ones

But since I am a penguin

gil

I know them bears ain't there

Dawn came up like thunder

Noon brought raging sun

The sky was rent asunder

Giertrud

By an angry Kim Jong Un.

I wish that I liked Christmas

But I'm a grouchy sod

Who waits til it's all over

Proclaiming "Oh, thank God"

I wish than I liked whisky *hypothetically obvs*

'Cos I've got twenty litres

I'm told it makes one frisky

But I like margaritas

Chalky

I have no favourite cocktail

I'll drink just anything

Pass the paraffin, say I

To me it tastes like gin

Now Hogmanay is ending

The Haggis will get stale

So Burns' Night was invented

To use up cakes and ale

I wish I were a porcupine

Tho' I'd still be just as spiky

Cos unable to recline supine

Would lose you sleep, by crikey! You do it next time then!

The boy stood on the burning deck _{time for an old traditional}

There was panic all around

The hairs were signed around his neck this one might run for a few verses

But still he stood his ground.

He shouted to the Captain,

My smartphone's up the spout

But the Captain didn't give a toss

He'd already gotten out.

I don't need much for dinner

A loaf of bread will do

And just a little caviar

You know, that fishy goo.

I wish I'd been a buccaneer

Sacking galleons and cities

An enterprising privateer

Saying "Ha-harrr" and whistling ditties.

The Budget sets our spending

Unless we're rolling in it innit?

It is sure to increase lending

By 14p a minute.

If I were riding on a train

That called at Clapham Junction

Onto the tracks below I'd drain

Knobbly

My bowels, without compunction. pretty much oblig.

[Knobbly] I suspect that you, me and Rosie were probably ad idem on that one. Not sure about pen.

Simons Mith

I let out such a holler

That it woke th'Antipodes

I'd lost my final dollar

Simons Mith

To arbitration fees

I wish I had a hobby horse

That I could ride around on;