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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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Angular and Roman

Radox The Green

You'd see how much it glows.

If I knew then what I know now

I'd choose a different course

No longer would I need to bow

To Romans, Jutes, and Norse (lament of the Iceni)

I wish I knew the secret

Of trying to sing in tune

But I have a voice just like a frog

So I'll serenade the moon.

I don't forgive the roundheads

For actions cavalier

Old Olie was a tyrant

And he took away our beer

I wish I weren’t innumerate

So mathematically numb

I can't work out the interest rate

Being Chancellor was dumb

I'm glad I'm not Jeremy Hunt

For taxing is his role

And I feel taxed just standing up

But rhyming slang's his goal.

I hold it, hold it, hold it more

My effort is in vain

For now it’s down there on the floor

Radox The Green

Next time I'll use a crane.

I wish I were an elephant

In the corner of the room

All would see but none would tell

That I'm the voice of doom.

I wish I were a punk rocker

With piercings in my face

For this would be more likely than

The plan that is in place

I wish I were a nightingale

I'd charm the world with song

Which flighty chorus might entail

And sing all night long.

I'm glad I'm not a princess

'Cos I'd be so fussy.

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I'm glad I'm not Marcel Marceau

Or I’d have this to say:

" "

But that was yesterday

I'm glad I'm not a busted flush

For that's an awful fate

But I am just a failure

At getting my first date.

I'm glad I'm not a man of war

A hydrozoan beast

I'm more inclined to think of peace

In Portugal at least

I wonder what's on the box

The one containing tricks

Oh. Nothing. I'll go out instead.

And find nothing at the flicks.

If I smell the roses

I might just prick my nose

And those who prick their noses

Stub their knees and pick their toes.
I long for obsolescence

Swift turnaround's my thing

I'll transmigrate my essence

For to nothing I do cling

These boots were made for something

And something's what they'll do

Observe as they do one thing

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