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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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But not another bum.
If all the world were chocolate
And all the seas were jam
The sun would surely melt it all
And bake into a flan.
If I was mighty Caesar
I'd conquer all the Brits
But then I'd tick off Brutus
He'd stab me in the tits
I wish I were a telephone
With numbers on my face
And when somebody rang me
I'd clang the bells within my base

Sexual Intercourse tailed off
In nineteen ninety-three
(which was much too soon for me)
Between the birth of my second son
And my vasectomy.
- ...and now, back to our usual program...
If I were Ozymandias
I wouldn't make such boasts
I'd beware of global warming
And disappearing coasts
I wish I were a laser beam
Coherent, thin and straight
Would I be red or I be green?
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