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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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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
As I gurgle in glee
Chorus:
Such joy to be a drainpipe!
My rapture knows no bounds!
I'm such a lovely conduit!
No cloudburst me confounds!
My joints are tight and sturdy
My brackets are secure
Truly I'm a fixture
Proud and British to the core!

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

I've taken out a policy
Against retirement day
For in the end I'll turn to rust
And then be thrown away

Chorus:
Such joy to be a drainpipe!
My rapture knows no bounds!
I'm such a lovely conduit!
No cloudburst me confounds!
I wish it weren't so very hot
It really is quite steamy
I think a storm is brewing here
As I cook my sashimi
I wish my feet weren't quite so wet
They smell like old cheese drenched with sweat
However, my socks
Smell of cream cheese and lox I'm presuming we're having a brief foray into the world of limericks today? :-)
I've worn them two months, for a bet. [Phil] Double helpings of weirdness, after the cooking of sashimi - yuk!
I wish I were a sunshade
Shielding folks from glare
I'd filter out those UV rays
So they would all stay fair.
I wish I were a vulture
I'd circle 'oer my prey
'Cos carrion's my culture
But Zebra's not kosher. Oy vey!
I wish I were a leprechaun
Or perhaps a little pisky
I'd play my pranks from dusk to dawn
And then get smashed on whisky
I'm glad I'm not a postman
Being bait for growling dogs
I'd need my running shoes on
Not these stupid ****ing clogs
I wish I were a bullfrog
A-croaking in the reeds
I'd leap and scare old ladies
They'd go weak around the knees
I wish I was a frog, turned prince
Once kissed by my true love
But, woe, a frog remain I, since
She gave me the shove.
I wish I had some customers freelancing, eh? Who'd do it if they weren't desperate?
I'll just go out and grab 'em [pen] been there, done that, its hard work but you can work your own hours and have long holidays, trouble is, holidays cost you money :o(
I'll delve into their wallets
Find fivers, and I'll nab 'em that's an horrendous rhyme you gave us, Softers!
I wish I were a reference book
For field mycologists
With coloured plates of nasty moulds
And endless Latin lists
I wish I were a tapeworm
A good fifteen feet long
I'd curl around inside your gut
reciting Patience Strong
I wish I was a washing line sales of clothes pegs up 1400% over the past year, say ASDA. A result of wanting to 'go green', or of escalating fuel prices making it too expensive to run a tumble dryer? Personally, I have always pegged out...
Festooned with all your knickers
My gentle parabolic form Don't tell me it's a catenary - it ain't.
Admired by passing vicars
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