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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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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 textI like that last one enough to try another verse. Which will probably end up ruining it, of course.
Of life in Londontown
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
Hidden texttop 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
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
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
The ’pocalypse is surely here
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