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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'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.
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?
Such answers I await. ... that's got shot of that one. Now for another ...
I wish so much I'm sure to die
Without acheiving many
Yet, even if just one came true
You might all call me 'Jenny'
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