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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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I wish I were an umpire
(It's my nickname)
I wish I were an umpire
To fathom right from wrong
I'd stand with utmost gravitas
My legs are square, and strong.
bokes with gravitas
Did you hear the new Ralph Lauren outfits for Wimbledon's line judges were splitting in a crucial place when they assumed their active stance? They had to go back to the AELTA's seamstresses to be double stitched... oh how we laughed.
I wish I was a seamstress
Stitching private places
Getting line judges back to work
And save them from disgraces.
I wish I were a hailstone
I'd bounce off someone's head
And if I had grown large enough
I might kill them stone dead
I wish I were a stormcloud
All dark and full of thunder
My voice would roar for miles around
From Up Here to Down Under.
May I interject and say how much I've enjoyed the last 6 (yes, six) verses? Yes? Thank you! Now, onwards and upwards...
I wish I'd won the Lotto
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