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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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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

In spring-green rhyme, until ver-

-dant, green and bright

I wish that silver turned to green

December turned to May

However, life is not pristine

(Which made you drop your K)

I wish I'd listened closely

To what my Mum told me

'Cause what she said was mostly

'Bout my value if she sold me. bit brutal

A league, a half, and onward rode

Six hundred men at arms

They simply could not have knowed Poetic licence. Just renewed it.

The extent of Alfred's charms

The cake, I've gone and burnt it

There's nowt else left for tea

That were a reet fuckup, weren’t it?

He curs'd, historic'lly

On second thought, rhetoric'lly.

I wish I were a piano key

Caressed by your fair hands

But I'd likely be the bottom B

And that wish no longer stands

I wish that I could stand atop

A peak in Darien

With widened eyes and wild surmise

I'd go down again

A shiny, wet-nosed doggerel

Came lolloping up to me

And the choppy waves in Dogger'll

Engulf me doggedly

I wish I were a mechanic

And handy with my spanner

And if I built the Titanic

Divided hulls would span ‘er and 1514 individuals would not have perished

The role of Roman consuls

Cannot be overstated

But in the case of old Ford Consuls

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