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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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Cos I'm just scales down there
A single North Sea Herring
Has 20,000 kids
Myself, I aim to beat that
'Cause I've sired four million squid(s)
If every squid in the ocean
Were fed with marmalade
Then my dish of calamari
Would taste like orangeade
I tried to dance a tango
Alas, I've two left feet
Instead I'll stomp just like Dave Clark for those old enough to remember
And never find the beat.
I'd like to learn to foxtrot
I need a dancing fox
'Coz when I try it on my own
I tangle up my socks
The head of Alf Garcia
Oops...
The head of Alf Garcia
Is wanted everywhere
So bring it to me pronto
With its unknowing stare.
I had a little website
No ads would it bear
Nor irritating pop-ups
Just edible underwear
I think you've created a new nursery rhyme there.
Jack and Jill went up the pub taking the cue
For a little light binge drinking
Afterwards they felt quite sick
Is this an example of a glow worm that doesn't inspire? Could be Line 2 which is tricky to match. Hey - I'll finish it anywise ... if only to open the door to something a bit more sparky ...
So puked up and were stinking.
I wish I had some backbone
And loads of attitude
I'd tell all the b*stards out there
Not to be so rude
Once I went to Mexico
And met some senoritas
But they all called me 'gringo'
And made me eat fajitas
If you go to Edinburgh
Pass by the Firth of Forth
Take the fifth road on the right
You'll fall in the Forth of course
I wish I had an aardvark
Or two, so they could mate
I would, of course, avert my gaze
When aardvarks conjugate
My terrapins are frisky
They're dancing the gavotte (Raak) Have you been at that Hungarian phrase-book again?
My turtles, on the other hand
Might mate, or they might not
I wish I were a metronome
With timing strict and true
I would tick away the hours
Till my time's up with you
I wish I'd paid the gas bill
So that my range would work
'Cos rubbing sticks together's hard
Just makes me feel a berk
I'm getting all excited
I'm feeling all a-quiver
My brother's getting knighted
Just for falling in the river
I wish I were an emu
Or an ostrich or a rhea
I'd peck at Rupert Murdoch's legs
While we all stand and cheer.
I wish i wasn't Marley's Ghost
I envy Christmas Past
I'd like a Christmas Present
And huge turkey repast
I wish I were a pussycat Shouts of "YOU ARE".
And you were Tweety Pie
I'd try to sneak up to you
And make you scream "You lied!"
I wish I had some shepherd's pie
With which to fill my tummy
With onion gravy, chips and peas
I'll have to ask my Mummy.
I wish I had a pint of ale
Tho' two would be much better
I might just spill them on my lap
Then my crotch would be wetter
I wish I were the Ace of Spades
I'd trump all other suits
And if I were hidden up a sleeve
A French croupier might shout "Zut!"
I know it wasn't very good, but that one was dying a death...
My hovercraft is full !Danger - unfinished sentence!
of ghastly little eels
It will not help me pull
That girlie in high heels.
I think I might be gay
I'll put it to the test
I'll hang around in dodgy bars
And wear a muscle vest
Would you like to go Yet another unfinished sentence - goodness me
Where no one else has gone?
Would that be quite boldly?
And then what, thereupon?

[dear nights] your 3 first lines have produced 3 splendid little ditties, bu-ut - if we're doing 'Glow Worms' correctly, they are all missing a beat, ie: Te TUM te TUM te TUM [te] TUM.
Chalky - I need to find some isinglass
My glasses all need 'issing Can't see a thing...
And then I'll need some ambergris
Ahem, And then I'll need some ambergris
Oh, dear, I think it's missing
[Chalky] Thanks for the pointer. I always was better at English Language than Literature.
I have a brand new toaster
Which has a pop-up feature
It tends to pop up far too soon
Just like Michael Meacher
My microwave has broken down
I'll have to use the grill
It's not easy to brew cups of tea
The odds are slim to nil
I climbed into my oven
To check on my soufflé
I found it rather hot in there
It melted my moufflé - go figure :-)
I'm partial to a bit of cheese
Camembert would be dandy
I rub it well into my knees [Chalky] "The loose covering around the nose and lips of deer"?
Which stops them going bandy
[Raak] Ha! [the man can read my mind]
Ha! The man can read my mind
For he is most perceptive
To understand a lady's thoughts
And make a pass pre-emptive.
I wish I were a dandelion
For I would spread my seed . . er, coat, possibly
With little floaty fluffy things
So please don't intercede
I wish I were a traffic light
I'd flash in public places
Pedestrians would stop for me
Except in special cases
I wish I were a ping-pong ball
A-bouncing to and fro
with topspin, backspin, swerve and dip
I'd get a headache though
I wish I was your car keys
A-sitting in your pocket
About to be inserted
In your neat little socket
I wish I was a humming bird
My little wings I'd whir
I'd drink my weight in sugar
In a jade and turqoise blur
I wish I was a gramophone A GRAMOPHONE??
With varying R M P
[Chalky] RPM?
Rosie - I wish I was a gramophone
Chalky - With varying R P M - [Raak] doh :-)
And an eight disk stacker
Hey, I had one of them!<
I had a little lens brush
Its bristles were all fine
No matter what I did with it
My glasses failed to shine
I had a little nut tree
But nothing would it bear
Despite its coy expression
I overheard it swear.
:-) :-) :-)
I had a little atom bomb
I lent it to a mate
I had to make him promise that
He would not make us late. (in the Slartibartfastic sense.)
I drank a little brandy
From a crystal glass
It made me feel quite randy (oblig.)
Clary, watch your arse. Alas it is I, Rosie.
I wish I wasn't an old bloke
But young sprightly and gay
I'd give someone a bold poke (irach) Are you?
If they suggest I'm fay
If I were not a lawyer [oldblokes] Is there a minimum age limit to join your club?
I'd be a hypnotist
I'd go to trendy night-clubs Pretty sure I shouldn't have been involved in that last one
And hope to be note-issed. Less than perfect....
I wish I were made of metal (Kim) We welcome fogeys, old and young.:-)
And polished every Tuesday
I'd shine out like a shiny star - is this going to hang around for ages because it's an impossible rhyme?
On National Shiny Shoes Day
I'm glad to be a fogey
With collar, tie and spats
I'll sit and smoke my meerschaum
And curse all youthful brats - Oh well played, Phil!
I'm proud to be a girlie-girl
With pigtails oh so cute Thanks, Chalky, although I must acknowledge inspiration from Sting's "Spread a Little Happiness"
I'll simper and I'll curtsey Chalky, Phil] Sorry, wasn't thinking
But never will I mute
I wish I were more hirsute
With inch-long body hair
Instead I'll make a fursuit
To look like Yogi Bear
I wish I were the Albert Hall
Imposing, tall and round
I wouldn't be the Carnegie
Which has a nasty sound
I wish I were a teapot stout
Nestling in a cosy (irach) You didn't mean a teapot spout, did you? :-)
[Rosie] No, I did mean "stout", as in "I'm a little teapot short and stout, Here's my handle, here's my spout", which incidentally was my first theatrical role as a Kindergarten thespian many moons ago :-)
Dispensing comfort through my spout
- A lovely cup of Rosie! - sorry - couldn't resist
I wish I were a thespian
who played great tragic roles
I'd wow the crowd with my King Lear
Wealth and fame my goals. (Chalky) You haven't met me yet. :-). (irach) I know the one.
I wish I had more energy - [Rosie] and sadly it's looking doubtful now :-(
I'd join the local gym
But sadly I can't move at all
Let alone get trim. (Chalks) Bad news. Hope things improve.:-)
If I were not a brickie
A surgeon I would be
I'd bin my dirty dungarees
'Fore knocking off at three.
If I were not a shot-putter
The hammer I would chuck
I love to swing things and to hurl
And especially sling the muck
whoops :0
If I were not a footballer
No-one would know my name
No Spice Girl would come close to mei
So darts would be my game
If I were not a vicar
I'd still wear my dog collar
I got it cheap on Ebay
But the postage cost ten dollar
If I were not a blogger
I'd have no lady friends
But still I'd sit at my PC
And... well, now that depends...
If I were not a toyboy
I'd be a lumberjack
But not in women's clothing
'Cause a gusset it doth lack
Once I had a little cat
I taught it to drink beer
It used to sit upon the bar
With a 'nebriated leer
I wish I were a b'nana
Yellow, smooth and bent
Served up to a b'wana
In Tangier or Tashkent
I'm glad I'm not a toadstool
Elves and faries I do hate
I'm not a sprite's umbrella
But do help toads to mate.
I wish I wish - oh, HOW I wish
That I was ten years old
And didn't have to go to work
Or do as I am told
I wish I were a worker bee
I'm sick of being Queen
I'd have a much less regal head
Not just be an egg machine.
It only takes an hour or so
To wait for sixty minutes
But since e=mc squared
We must work within the limits
I beat my fleas with money
I do it with my wife
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