mc5 - Pea and Honey Recipes

I wish I were a drawing

Sketched out with a 6B

My fine sfumato showing

My outline, fuzzily.

[pen] Lovely ending. Doffs hat and bows.

A muse that's soft and furry

But lightning fast of paw

Always ends up blurry

Crunched by a feline's jaw.

Radox The Green

I wish I were a Spring day

However unpredictable

In the sunshine, I would play.

Till rain uncontradictable.

I wish I were a foggy morn

Silent, cold and still

Dead bodies strewn o'er meadow's dawn

It's just the birds that kill.

I test my eyes by driving

In thickest fog at night;

I haven't had a pile-up yet

Hop in! Do you think I might?

I thought I saw a pterosaur

A-flapping up to me Tune: Diadem

But it's just a seagull

As you can plainly see. oblig.

I've spotted spots before my eyes

Like aerated turds they're floaters

Am I looking at a leopard?

Or a group of stoner voters?

I wish I were a meteor

A-streaking down from space

I'd spread fire over all the Earth

And wipe t'smile off your face.

I wish a were a fountan pen

My nickname being "Her Nibs"

I'd leave blobs of ink o'er the place

To show that I'd first dibs.

I wish I were a fountain, pen

Spraying like a dirty tom

I'd dirty all your clothing, then

Put my cap back on

I'm glad I'm not a rabbit

'Cos I'd hate my floppy ears

To dangle in the gravy

and be brown for years

My soup has got a hare in

Call the waiter, please!

It squawks like Orla Guerin

And has a bunch of fleas!

I wish I were a gremlin

Just like Maxwell's Demon

I'd lurk within the Kremlin

And party with lost seamen.

I wish I were a demon

At Dominoes or Bridge

Then I'd have a reason

To expect privilege

If all my dreams and wishes

Were to come true on this day

I think I'd wish for something

That would make me feel gay.

Oh, to be in England

Where the sun shines on the Thames

The pedalos go stately by I was by the Thames yesterday, with a good friend. It was a perfect afternoon. And you can now hire pedalos in Kingston.

While thunderstorms portend English summer - two hot days ....

If I were a poltergeist

I'd hang around the stairs

Manipulating all the paintings

Radox The Green

To take you unawares.

If you should meet a banshee

Upon a misty night

You are prob'ly Irish

And very likely tight

The Pouring of the Liquids

On this Momentous Day I have NO idea what this is about.

Unites the whole of Dollis Hill

On this Momentous Day Not sure if this is finished yet.

CdM - On this Momentous Day Not sure if this is finished yet.

On the first railway.

O'er the silvery Tay. More McGonagall than limerick, I think.

I ply in my old dingy

Bit of a cock-up there:

try again:

Software - I wish I could sail my dingy

Old schooner better than now;

My rigging looks like knitting [Softers - did you mean dinghy? We're running with 'dingy' now anyway!]

A dustbin makes up the prow Going with the flow

I wish I could see unicorns

Then Brexit may be real

My bum would not look big in this

It is though - just feel. Sorry, pen

When planning expeditions *sigh* Not much of that going on right now

There's nothing left to chance

My pack includes the kitchen sink

To wash my hands in France

I am the Surrey puma

A folklore cat or fable [p, R, S, n - handwashing one is very pleasing]

I roam the streets of Londontown

And prey as I am able.

I never was a boy scout

The practice makes me boggle

I never learned to tie a knot

Or how to fix my woggle oblig.

I was a useless Brownie

For each badge I failed

Not one was sewn upon my sash

Instead, they all were nailed.

Giertrud

please hospital no more Jevity!}

[hi Giertrud - good to see you & assuming you're startig a lim here...(and googling 'jevity')]
I'm failing to eat it with levity!

oh poop. I made a line for a lim and it should have been a Glow. Maybe someone has the skillz to rescue it.

Some Bailey's instead (Nah, it shows promise; let's stick with it)
[Giertrud] we've been thinking of you]

And I'm out if this bed If, in any way, the people who branded Jevity were thinking of "long" Jevity, then they need to be duffed up in the corner there

And ending my stay with brevity

OK, after that sonsensual and experiential digression into limerickhood, now back to glow-worms
When boredom comes a-calling

I beat it from my door

Just by going down the pub

And drinking pints and more

I wish I were a monstrous weed shaddap at the back.

That constantly was spreading

Through broadcast of its monstrous seed

And foliage a-shedding

I want to go to Londontown

And wear my Londonshoes

I'd saunter round the Londonstreets

And read the Londonnews.

And then I'd sing the Londonblues

Hidden text

I like that last one enough to try another verse. Which will probably end up ruining it, of course.

Of life in Londontown

Pablo

The streets, the sights, the Londonlights

Which are the Londoncrown.

But I'm stuck here in Merseyside

(Lord have mercy on my soul)

I'm grooving at the Cavern Club

Before I get my dole

CdM I'd say the second glowworm worked, too.

I think I'll go to Anfield

Should be nice and quiet

I'll either hand out toffees
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top of the league...

But that's Everton, don't try it!

My mind has gone to mushy bits

(Potatoes but not peas) Now I'm getting hungry too

To find a rhyme for 'mushy' it's

Difficult to please

When I am straddle-ing the fence

The barbed wire can be painful

And, what's more, there's no defence

This stance is never gainful.

What will be of Halloween?

In 2021?

Will we be extinct by then?

Or have lots of fun?

I have a brand-new T-shirt

Radox The Green

With holes slashed here and there

It's the brand new style

And they call it "evening wear".

Whilst visiting old stamping grounds

They all said "Who is this?"

"He's never paid for any rounds"

"He always takes the piss"

What I want for Christmas

Cannot be bought online

The cost of postage on its own

My PayPal would decline

The reindeer is a puzzling beast

With such a red, red, nose

And its nocturnal flights may be

With Santa, I suppose

A monkey with a blue, blue arse

Has one thing on its mind

Lifting lions to the sky

Is not it, you will find

I think this form may have potential.

A tapir with a long, long nose

Sniffs the mountain air

While Delphic oracles propose

He smells a grizzly bear.

The narwhal with its long long tooth

Does the dentist fear

For if it should be taken out

Knobbly

Its narwhal friends may jeer not great, but play seemed to have stalled

The rhino with its mighty horn Shuddup at the back

Stands out among the crowd

And those that would the rhino scorn

– Viagra does them proud

We haven't seen a bird all year

Nor wildcat, pig or mole