arrow_circle_left arrow_circle_up arrow_circle_right
Pea and Honey Recipes
help
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.
arrow_circle_up
With every paper I find fault
Which indeed fills me with glee
I wish I was a robot
Made of brass and cogs and wheels
You're made of atoms I could use
Depending how I feels
I roll across the battlefield
For I am a big cheese
The bruised and bloodied cattle yield
As I go where I please.
Hidden textNot sure if there was a subtle reference in your line, Chalky, but it was excellent.
I wish I were a Roquefort
That stank of foul corruption
I'd spread my self upon your bread
And cause gaseous eruption.
If all the world was brave and new
And you were by my side
I think I'd might run away
Or think of suicide Invoking dark mode
Why shouldn't we reincarnate?
Recycling's all the rage!
But do not re-invent the wheel
We're not on the same page
I wish I was a satellite
And round the world I'd go
I might be known to go astray
Isaac Newton'd know.
Just one banana toastie
Then I'll have my lunch
A sausage with a roastie
Deep fried to make it crunch.
I should have done some gardening
My roses are all brown
My runner beans are hardening
And the weevils are in town
For just a million dollars
My car is up for sale
It wears a clerical collar
And runs on home-brewed ale
I closed my eyes and saw the light
And knew that death was near
He carried thirty-seven scythes
But I'm old, and have no fear.
I've eaten chicken nuggets
Hidden textThat car sounds fun, but would home brewed ale be cheaper than gasoline . . er petrol . . .
I hope they don't react
But I'll just take some precautions
I'll purge after the fact. euuuwww. Sorry.
I sing a song of sixpence
I don't have much to spend
But my birdie pie's a whopper
Some money, could you lend?
Simple Simon met a pie man Continuing the theme
Coming through the rye
Simon said "Give me your pies now"
And all he said was "Why?"
If I were Jack and you were Jill
And we were all alone
We'd not waste time with hills and pails
We'd be each on our smartphone .
A tuffet-seated missy
Was tickled by a spider
She pilled her why upon the ground
But it should have gone inside her.
Hidden text(KS) Did you mean whey?
A little laddie dressed in blue
Slept under a pile of hay
Hidden text[Rosie] Yes, whey and also spilled. My laptop likes to make my cursor jump all over - can hardly wait to get my new one.
While livestock ran alas amok
That night 'twas hell to pay.
The Duke of York was very grand
Ten grand in his charge
He marched them to the summit, and
Down then, by and large
A dragon went into his cave
To lay on piles of gold
All that glister, what a rave (Softers) Brilliantly prosaic
But soon its bum turned cold
An egg is such a curious thing
Bash it and it cracks
But keep it warm for many days
And you might see it hatch.
The owl said to the pussy cat
Why is your tail so long?
This pick-up line was met with a
Sling your hook - begone!
A man who came from Timbuktu
Arrived in Samarkand
And asked to use the nearest loo
When things got out of hand
I wish I were a painter (Chalky) Disgraceful
Then your house I'd decorate
I'd paint it all in tangerine
And display it at the Tate.
I've got a huge desire
For a gender change
In order to inspire
A greater thespian range.
Now look what you've done Last one v good esp pen. Ardderchog. Pum seren etc etc
There's no jelly in the jar
You've eaten all my homemade jam
And left the fridge ajar.
You ate the peanut butter
With sardines spread on toast
You're just a greedy nutter
And you've failed as a host.
It's June, and light abounds Sorry, Dujon
Tbe fireflies have come.
Hark! What are those sounds!
The firefly's burning bum
The sedge has withered from the lake
And no bird comes to make his song
And no bird comes to sing
Hidden textbetter fits the glow-worm metre
That beauteous woman was a fake!
(Knight's daze is misleading.)
With bluer skies and lengthening days
It's time to set the heath ablaze
A roaring fire is just the thing
To make the roasting pigeons sing - AABB silliness
I long to be a glow worm
A glow worm's never bored
A butt that shines is all they need
To get themselves adored.
I yearn to be a clerihew
But cannot break the mould
Boris Johnson is my name.
Same old, same old, same old.
Soon it'll be midsummer
The pollen count sky-high
'Cos allergy's a bummer (KagS) So it's you, is it
I often question why
I wish I were an epic
But I never learned to ep
So I'll stay among the shadows
And do so step-by-step
I wish I had a genie
In a lamp of molten brass
arrow_circle_down
Want to play? Online Crescenteering lives on at Discord