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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 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
I'd take it all in cash
I'd go out and get blotto
then dine on pie and mash
I wish I were a drawbridge
Portcullis, Mott or Bailey
I'd do my bit to ward the foe
Right off. I'd do it daily.
I wish I were an Orchid
So delicate and rare
I'd hide in some obscure locale
And quietly flaunt my ware
I wish I had more fingers
And just one extra thumb
Another arm or two would help
But not another bum.
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