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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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With a carrot for a nose

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

That's walk all over you

The quality of mercy

Depends on who you know

Luckily, my friends agree

You ordered flesh to go.

I wish I were in Amsterdam

To see the parakeets

While sipping on my Advocaat

And moistening the seats.

I know a bank where wild thyme blows

That's sweetly sprung in June

And like my love the musk-red rose

I’ll feel a right ass soon.

To be or not to be, that is

The pencil salesman’s lot

But personae more dramatis

Sketch a much darker plot

Is this a dagger or a sponge

Or duck-billed platypus?

Neither, it is virtual

It's next-door's tatty puss. Softers, old bean, this is not a f****** limo

If music be the food of love

Then jazz it up I say

But if you like your love life bland

It's Musak all the way

Alas poor Yorick who I knew

Quite well, but that was then

Radox The Green

Just thinking on him makes me blue

In cat lives he's on ten. (Softers) Sorry - inappropriate comment a couple of goes back.

Today I've got a toothache True. [Rosie] No sweat.

I'd like to pull it out

But with breath to make a dentist quake

I'll close my lips and pout

I wish I had a dentist's drill

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Is it safe?

; A bag of shiny gems

A glass of that pink water

From which all comfort stems.

I wish my drill could crack a safe

I wish this safe would crack

Maybe I'll use TNT

Which lacks a rhyming knack

.. is ABAB rhyming pattern obligatory? Have often wondered ..

ABAB has symmetry,
ABCB surprises.
ABAB? ABCB?
Both fine rhythmic devices.
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IMO, anyway.

I wish my Worms had rhythm

Instead, I have the blues

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[Chalky] The instructions to the game suggest ABCB is acceptable but I think we should aspire to the more pleasing ABAB form. It is not like we are in the realm of difficult poetry here. :)

Because I'm stuck at Witham

Until my train segues

This verse will be my opus

And magnum let it be (Raak) I am sure (i.e. not absolutely sure) it's "Wittum". (Pj) I chortle.

A work of such wide scope, as

Transcends mere you and me. [Rosie} I find now that I cannot remember how I've heard it when "this train will terminate at Witham, from where a rail replacement bus etc.". OTH, "rittum" ...

[Witham] If it's the one in Essex, I used to work there and it was "Wittum" at that time.
[Rhymes] the original glowworm was abcb, and we did do an aabb not long ago. It's doggerel, it probably doesn't matter much.
The A12 up from Chelmsford

I've travelled many times.

(Being from that part of the world, it is indeed Witt'm. I assumed Raak knew this and so decided to push the "misunderstanding the pronunciation from the spelling" joke a centimetre further.)

I'd leave my desk in Elmsford

For another town that rhymes.

I wish I were an orange

Unrhymably aloof

But sharply dressed and full of zest

In brandy, 80 proof

I wish I were an orange
Unrhymably aloof
And on sale for two shillings, j-
-ust to show that that's the troof

It only takes an integer

You tried to type a fraction

A practice much more vintage-r

But still requires redaction. (Pj) I jess lurve your grammar

A voice, ethereal silver

Calls me in the night

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