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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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Like Sooty, Sweep, or Soo
I'd sock it to 'em Muppets
And Punch and Judy too
I wish I were a tuba
Of highly polished brass
Eighteen feet of convolution
Designed to play 'Whispering Grass' Ladies & Gentlemen Mr. Don Estelle. Don't all leave at once.
I wish I were a raindrop
Falling on your nose
I'd make a splash and trickle
Like dew upon a rose
I wish today was Saturday
And that this month was June
The year was nineteen fifty-two Get out of that, y' buggers. :-)
Tonight there's a half moon only if it's the 14th though
I wish it were the fourteenth day
Of my two-week detox
I'd celebrate the standard way:
Oh, what a paradox!
I wish I was a lemon rind
Fruity, empty, yellow
Like Bognor on an April day
Where old farts rant and bellow.
[i;D;IS,P!;R] Splendid
I wish I were a German car
Assembled in Bavaria
Mein engine would be wunderbar
Mein driver's seat is chairier.
Di-methyl-phenyl-benzoate
Oops...
Di-methyl-phenyl-benzoate
Is a curious ester
Its use is as yet inchoate Come on, Raak, what are the positions of the bloody methyl groups, 3,5 or 2,4? This recipe cannot be completed without this info.
P'raps Raak is a jester
I have a simple view on life
You're born, you live, you die.
You may give rise to others
Whereby some may wonder why
If I were a mocking bird
I'd know just whom to mock
They'd be mainly politicians
I'd start with Mill and Locke
I wish I were a drainpipe
Quite narrow, dank and long
Then proverbial rats up me would run
While I did sing this song:

Such joy to be a drainpipe!
My rapture knows no bounds!
I'm such a lovely conduit!
No cloudburst me confounds! Is there a chorus?
[Rosie] I think that was it.
I reach from ground to rooftop high
From guttering to drains
Around me winds wisteria
Which drips down when it rains

Chorus: Such joy to be a drainpipe!
My rapture knows no bounds!
I'm such a lovely conduit!
No cloudburst me confounds!

I'm fond of my co-drainage chums
Fine sewer grates and gutter
We hardly ever get clogged up
With unwanted clutter

Chorus:
Such joy to be a drainpipe!
My rapture knows no bounds!
I'm such a lovely conduit!
No cloudburst me confounds!

I've featured in a magazine
Been "Drainpipe Of The Year"
And after people drink a lot
Into me they will pee(r)

Chorus:
Such joy to be a drainpipe!
My rapture knows no bounds!
I'm such a lovely conduit!
No cloudburst me confounds!


I love those sudden downpours
My joy it overflows
I never leak a single drop
Down to earth it goes.

Chorus:
Such joy to be a drainpipe!
My rapture knows no bounds!
I'm such a lovely conduit!
No cloudburst me confounds!

But hailstorms do confound me
They rattle down my spout
They chip my lovely paintwork
Then I don't smile, I pout
Chorus:
Such joy to be a drainpipe!
My rapture knows no bounds!
I'm such a lovely conduit!
No cloudburst me confounds!
I may be getting rusty
Inside but not without
For I've a coat of Hammerite
Which gleams; there is no doubt

Chorus:
Such joy to be a drainpipe!
My rapture knows no bounds!
I'm such a lovely conduit!
No cloudburst me confounds!
When Autumn leaves are falling
And over-gorge my spout
A man appears with rods and stuff
To clear the debris out
Chorus:
Such joy to be a drainpipe!
My rapture knows no bounds!
I'm such a lovely conduit!
No cloudburst me confounds!

My little friend the gutter
Pours his fluids into me
Which makes me quite excited
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