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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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And make capybaras sneeze

Oh, dweel

While dweeling round the whipple tree

Parailing all I'd wotten (Tuj) Ah!

I groiled a nupthuck's pack o' three

Which craulked me something rotten :-(

[R, R, K, C] I'm reminded of Kandra Woods, a game of Jabberwockian verse I've only encountered as part of the currently dormant* Furcation Game but a full version of which took place at MCiOS (also currently dormant**). Doesn't meant I shouldn't have checked my spelling though :P

* a bit hopeful: approaching 1000 days since the last move!
** hopefully dormant on a far, far lesser magnitude

Shall we continue in the same vein for a while?

I wish I were an actroblub

Or knew just what one was

[IS,P] Hmmph .. don't wanna play, eh? NOW what do I do? Carry on regardless Jabber-stylee [as Kim suggested] or attempt to follow your lead? Friday mornings are simply not designed for such decisions :-)

[Chalks] I'd argue that this one could be continued with an attempt to define an actroblub in the Jabba style.

[Ispers] Good argument :-)
I wish I were an actroblub
Or knew just what one was
My quoil stope seems to fit the bill

I'm absolutely pos.

The quirly bims of Ishtaru

Upon the city wall

Their ush-hahas all vixy blue (ISP) There y' are - it's a quoil stope. Say no more. But for the "t" it could be the kids next door - Extreme Crying.

I'd love to paint them all [Chalks] Ispers? Lovely!

Of all the strogs in London

And Witney Scrotum too © Peter Tinniswood, I have to admit.

The Glob, of Hurley Pustulae

looks most of all like you.

The plimp-kneed zilk of Trescoreen

Whom some may july april

Will never gretch the flommits of

Gremlits naar the burbling rill

'Tis time, methinks, to discourse

'pon brassicas and Georges

Legumes and tubers

Pah! wrong scan

Kim - 'Tis time, methinks, to discourse
Irouléguy - 'pon brassicas and Georges
Software - Let's consider legumes too

and sounds of Victor Borge's
*sssssssswish pop*

I like the old tradition

Of rhyme that scans with sense

As for all this modern stuff,

'Twill be banished hence.

I wish I were clairvoyant

For I'd like to foresee

Which witches might be buoyant

And which we'd drown with glee.

I wish I were a hampster

Or a furry hamster too

Or a furry, furry hamster

And hampster coloured too

I wish I wore a witch's watch

Upon my gnarlèd wrist

My timings I would never botch

Appointments never missed

I wish I had a second head

So no need of forked tongue

As such, I've just a second hand

And also a third lung

I wish I were a sewer pipe

A-shifting Mersey trout

My belches, feculently ripe,

Would noxious vapours spout

I wish I were a music box [R,S,R,i] Bizarrely delightful!

So easy to wind up

Thus people would oft take me

For a playful singing pup. - sorry - I posted just to get rid of the darn thing. Not the easiest line to follow, Monsieur Softers, am wondering if you had a final line in mind when you posted?

I wish I weren't an England fan

It's getting somewhat bland

Whether soccer, cricket, rugby

So best stick head in sand.

I wish I were an Irish man

I'd have the name O'Reilly

And cheer the boys at Croker Park

Because I'm really smiley :-)

I want to have a raison d'étre

But sadly can't speak French;

Instead, I'll eat this raisin bread

Je mange, donc je suis wench.

I wish that I could sprachen Deutsch

And read Immanuel Kant

Es wäre gut, and would bear fruit

And like Hitler I would rant

Я не говорю по-русски - that's 'ya nye gavaryou pa russkie' (I don't speak russian)

And have never wanted to

Except when calling up a Huskie

For a bit of how-de-do

I wish I were an isobar

Behind Susan Powell's back

I'd pluck a string on my guitar

Then give her bum a whack

I wish I were a bandicoot

(a bonzer Aussie mammal)

I'd live inside a handy boot

And coat it with enamel moving along...

I wish I were a roundabout

In scenic Swindon Town

I'd be adorned with traffic lights

And make the drivers frown

I wish I'd find a dodo bird

And teach it how to fly

Alas, such thoughts are quite absurd

Can't find one -- wonder why?

I wish I were a traffic cop

I'd stand right in the road

Gesticulating wildly at

Your girlfriend's outsize load

I wish I were a toothbrush

And you were my false teeth

I'd brush up against you gently

In Morningside or Leith

I have no need for silicone

I'm all up-front, you see

My hair and teeth are still my own

And my feet I still can seeThere you go again, Chalks, making us boys all excited ;o)

If I had a ham sandwich

I'd throw away my Spam

And with a ripe tomato

Choke that bastard Sam-I-am. What an irritating sod.

I wish I had some lemonade

For I am truly parched

I'd drink it mixed with English beer

To keep my top lip starched

I wish I had some creme brulée

And here's the reason why;

I love to crack the skin on top

It's crispier than pie

I wish I had a napkin now

Because I've spilt my milk - Tuj First Line Takeover eh?

There's no use crying over it

I am not of that ilk Limited opportunities there, Chalks

Running the line:

I wish I were a footballer Keeping Tuj at bay .....

Who scored a winning goal

I'd slide ten yards upon my knees

And then whip out my pole I'll get me coat.

I wish I wasn't always first Just seems to keep happening...

One could always miss a turn

But MC⁵ is addictive
And I am slow to learn

There, can't be my go now.

I wish I were a magistrate

Then yobs I'd really hammer

I'd put them all in clink for eight

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