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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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Is really not so hard

But sometimes it just takes a lot

... All right, Software—you're barred!

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Not really. :)

I try to make it ~~simple~~ easy

'Cos we're all pretty dim

Our IQ rating is the pits

At least it's more than HIM.

I wish I were a laser beam

At least I'd have some focus

My photons in a single team

Marking out my locus.

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And don’t complain about the pronunciation.

A laser beam of sheerly, starkly, unstoppable energy carving an unbridgeable chasm between the previous glow-worm and the following one

I'm glad I'm not anonymous

For then no one would know

That no one really knows me

So won't mourn me when I go

Now I'm really famous

My TikTok's taken off

I'm known worldwide as Seamus

The new Rachmaninoff

Oh! To be in Trebizond

In 1461

I'd say I was Agent Bond Looks like Q's latest gadget is a bit temperamental...

Hello, everyone!

Radox The Green

I need a Covid passport

To see my Chinese gran

The funeral's in Wuhan

Where bats freely disport. [Chalky] Patience, patience

And now I've lost my glasses

I'm drinking from the bottle

Much like the swigging masses

I can barely waddle.

Today is not so boring

My camel's come for tea

Good job I've been storing

Its favorite raspberree.

Whilst brushing up my repartee

Of devastating wit

Radox The Green

I found that I was shouted down

By one entitled tit.

Just because I'm sexy

Don't take my “no” as “yes”

My signals are complex, see?

My beard, moustache, and dress.

Don't just stand there smirking

We need some answers fast

This strategy's not working

We’re living in the past tbc

We must address the elephant

And use this GPS

Or nothing will get better

And we'll still be in this mess.

Delivering an elephant

The midwife's sternest test?

Stand well clear - they're heavy

Well, now! Who'd've guessed?

Autumn nights are drawing in

To tinge the skies with gold

And Mr Frosty's fingers

Will have you in their hold.

Summertime is coming

At least in parts more austral

But up here it's dark at four

When shadows haunt the claustral

Christmas time is looming

There will be fun for all

Boris has commanded it

At the Covid-19 ball Mercy killing. Onwards.

Beware the claws of Omnicron! Hidden text
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Which Borish vows to fight

But any vow that Boris makes

Is just a pile of shite

I wish I were a teabag (Chalky) Couldn't've put it better meself.

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