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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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Raak
My hair and teeth are still my own
Software
And my feet I still can see
There you go again, Chalks, making us boys all excited ;o)
Tuj
If I had a ham sandwich
irach
I'd throw away my Spam
Software
And with a ripe tomato
I Say, Porter!
Choke that bastard Sam-I-am.
What an irritating sod.
Tuj
I wish I had some lemonade
Rosie
For I am truly parched
Software
I'd drink it mixed with English beer
penelope
To keep my top lip starched
Tuj
I wish I had some creme brulée
Kim
And here's the reason why;
Raak
I love to crack the skin on top
Software
It's crispier than pie
Tuj
I wish I had a napkin now
Chalky
Because I've spilt my milk
- Tuj First Line Takeover eh?
irach
There's no use crying over it
Software
I am not of that ilk
Limited opportunities there, Chalks
Running the line:
Software
I wish I were a footballer
Keeping Tuj at bay .....
Raak
Who scored a winning goal
Rosie
I'd slide ten yards upon my knees
I Say, Porter!
And then whip out my pole
I'll get me coat.
Tuj
I wish I wasn't always first
Just seems to keep happening...
Software
One could always miss a turn
Tuj
But MC
5
is addictive
And I am slow to learn
There, can't be my go now.
Rosie
I wish I were a magistrate
Software
Then yobs I'd really hammer
Raak
I'd put them all in clink for eight
irach
In the Sing-Sing slammer
Tuj
I wish I were a biscuit tin
*sigh*
penelope
And you a custard cream
Software
Within I would enclose you
gil
In my snack housing scheme.
Tuj
I wish I were a piece of cake
Software
I'm easy, will that do?
Rosie
But do take care, for I've got nuts
I Say, Porter!
And could taste salty, too
best just to spit.
Tuj
I wish I were a sock puppet
I Say, Porter!
Like Sooty, Sweep, or Soo
irach
I'd sock it to 'em Muppets
Software
And Punch and Judy too
Kim
I wish I were a tuba
Software
Of highly polished brass
Rosie
Eighteen feet of convolution
I Say, Porter!
Designed to play
'Whispering Grass'
Ladies & Gentlemen Mr. Don Estelle. Don't all leave at once.
Kim
I wish I were a raindrop
Rosie
Falling on your nose
Chalky
I'd make a splash and trickle
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