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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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So smear your hair with brillantine

You'll still be one head less. all right, fewer

[Rosie] During the French Revolution, the Parisian supermarkets had to put in "one head or fewer" aisles, I understand.

How about a reverse glow worm?

Until I can't no more

Pressed his point

most forcefully

The man there smoking a joint

What was that?

I mean...

The man there smoking a joint
Most forcefully
Pressed his point
Until I can't no more

Have we invented the modern poetry version of a glow-worm?

Probably the least competent reverse engineering I've seen in a verse game (although I think CdM was trying to append his bit to the end of Chalky's foreshortened line). I think we should have another go.

And still it makes no sense.

I've read it inside-out and back

Radox The Green

Nor who, nor why, nor whence

I don't know how it went off-track

[Projoy] Yes, that was my intention. I was imagining something like

I pled my case remorsefully
He still had points to score
Pressed his point most forcefully
Until I can't no more

which is at least vaguely coherent. :)

I wish I were a versewright's mate

With my quill in hand

I'd scribe the words he doth dictate

And ~~adjust~~ fix them so they scanned

I wish I'd been more skeptical CdM neat

'Bout what I see online

Now I don't know which step to call

forget that, try this: My brain's now the receptacle

For sinker, hook, and line.

I wish had some Chapstick

For my little chap-struck knees

I'd smear it very carefully

And put myself at ease.

I wish I could go back again

To glorious Timbuktu

The Athens of old Mali

And pre-Brexit too

If I were a dinosaur

Which I am, but that's a joke

I'd surely be the cynosure

As fun at me they poke

of mice and men and rats and sots

i weave this ’structive tale

A bunch of gin has sure gots

More alcohol than ale.

I wonder why there are not more

Friv'lous twats like me

I think it's 'cos you're getting old

At almost thirty three

To sleep, to die, to fade away

Is not how I shall go

I'll rant and rage and lead astray

And put up a real good show

I wish I had some stollen

And a glass of hot gluhwein

A dash of fresh bee pollen

Will ease its path just fein

I'm looking for some Christmas soul

But only found this wine

Radox The Green

There's also an old sausage roll

Which I must decline.

Try saying no to deep-fried snacks

They surely will obey

Crisps and chips and other things

Are out — make do with hay.

Chocolate seem more appetizing

Chocolate seems more fun

Chocolate makes you feel quite good

When all is said and done.

I wish I were a 5 year old

For whom he world is new

All day I'd have adventures

Pretend I'm in a zoo

But Now We Are A Six Year Old

And almost all growed up

I'll read the works of Kierkegaard

Around my Tommee-Tippee cup

I wish the (UK) Online Safety Act (2023)

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