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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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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
I wish I were a thunderbolt (irach) Rather nice. (pen) Me too. But have you got wooden pegs?
Then through your roof I'd crash My missus wants a tumble dryer because she believes that the towels would be *fluffier*. I say bollocks, and that they would be worn out quicker at great expense. Over my dead body, in fact.
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