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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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[pen] Easily done online. Take your pick: achtereind, achterste, bips, gat, kont, staartstuk, zitvlak

I wish I didn't have the gout

It makes my tootsies hurt My cousin has had it. Riotous living, being a solicitor.

I might have swallowed too much stout

Then try taking St John's Wort

I wish I were a diction'ry

Then I'd not be lost for words

But if I were a lavat'ry

I get sat on by birds resorting to Cockerney argot to avoid obvious feedline

s/I/I'd

I wish I had an iPod

For every time I've heard:

Why Apple™ is so wonderful

Despite not having Word.

I wish I were a firework

Waiting for ignition

My stick stuck firmly in the ground

Will jeopardise my mission You put the stick in a tube stuck in the ground as it goes up with the body of the rocket, Softers. If you stick it in the ground, the rocket ain't going anywhere.

[pen] firework isnt = rocket, indeed some fireworks require the sticking-in-the-ground simply because it's safer that way, but I see where you're coming from

[pen]I thought it was a neat finish :o)

Software - I'm glad I'm not at Wimbledon

Where wind and rain prevail

Much nicer to sit snug at home

With a tankard full of ale

I wish I was a centipede

With all my legs intact

Of kneecaps I would have the ton

Irouléputtingitoutofitsmiseryguy

Or more, and that's a fact

I wish I was a grapefruit

Juicy, big and round Now, now ....

I'd squirt my juice onto your face

Then watch you writhe around.

I wish I were an acorn

A-dangling in my cup

I'd grow up to be a shady oak

Beneath which drinkers sup

I wish I were an Ouija board

The naïve I would then trick

With messages from t'Other Side

Like this one; "You're all thick!"

"The water's creeping up our road!"well, not mine, but a good friend from Oxford is coming here tonight as his road is being slowly inundated :o(

Defying gravitee Bloody pedant.

When in reaches my abode

I'll abandon ship and flee!

I wish I were a cowpat

Chock-full of biomass

In the sun then I shall dry

to a discus, not morass

I wish I were an asteroid

Wand'ring round the sun

When I got bored of orbiting

I'd crash a planet and be done

I wish I were a crater

Perhaps one on the moon

I'd keep cheese cool for later

Rather, as one says, than soon. Cheese crater, cheese grater. I dunno.

I wish I were a lightbulb

I would be so switched on

But, unpredictably, I'd pop

(or flicker, if neon).

I wish I was an inert gas

So noble I would be

I need no friends and make no bonds Explain XeF₆, then, clever clogs.

I'll float, as an anomaly

Welcome, enigma2060. Don't I know you?

I wish I had an inkling

But I think I've missed the point

I'm sure I once knew something

My brain's gone; it's this joint.

I wish my nose were shorter

For people think I lie

Or that I am prying

When it pokes them in the eye.

I wish I drove a big red bus

Along a big bus lane

I wouldn't stop for passengers

I'd drive them all insane

I wish I was a frying pan

Sizzling on the stove

Your bacon would come out real crisp

A breakfast treasure trove

I wish I were the Ace of Spades

The Leader of the Pack

I would trump all other cards

Red's red, but Black is black.

I wish I were a harem guard

My scimitar all curvy

But the limit to my manhood

Is sky-high 'cos I'm pervy.

I wish I were Hungarian

A Magyar through and through

I'd feed all day on goulash

Rhapsodise on paprikash too

I wish I had a caravan Would save all this 'Moving House' lark

The desert I would cross

I'd own ten dromedaries

Of which I'd be the boss.

I wish I were in Ngrongoro

A safari I would take

To see migrating wildebeest

(They take five hours to bake)

I wish I was a sofa bed

Of mighty width and girth

I'd still be quite uncomfortable

To someone giving birth.

I wish I was a colander It's a strain, it really is

Round and full of holes

I'd do my job hole-heartedly

And drain myself in bowls

I wish I was a clerihew

Fame and glamour as my theme

But peas and honey are my lot

The rest is just a dream.

Ii wish my lips were cherry-hued

And not just chewed and hairy

I'd do things that are very rude

To prove I'm not a fairy

I wish I were a piano string

A-stretched out very taut

I'd resonate in harmony

When e're I think I ought

I wish I were a sonnet

Five feet by fourteen long

I'd place my thoughts upon it

Whether right or wrong

I wish I were a limerick

Instead of four-line verse

My third and fourth lines would then rhyme

And scan, and be quite terse.

I wish I were more handsome

To pick up lots of girls

Their hearts I'd hold to ransom

As they'd run fingers through my curls

I wish I were a Hero

And pref'rably not dead

'Cos then I'd do heroic things

Instead, I stay in bed.

[CdM] Preview, idiot!

I wish that I had second sight wouldn't need preview then, would I?

As back-up for the first

Such fortunate clairvoyance

Makes one seem rehearsed.

I wish that I had stayed in bed

For getting up today

I strained my back and must sit down

O woe! Alack! Alay!

I do my homework nightly

Just to please my teacher

This essay is on Superman

She likes a Sci-Fi creature

I have no time for hypocrits

For I am free of cant

And I'm truly open minded

I am not prone to rant

My virtue is unparalleled

Yet my life is full of woe

It started when my ego swelled

Through doorways it won't go.

As God once said to Moses,

Take these tablets twice a day

And then, as one supposes

His command meant letters prey.

I wish I were a maggot

Impaled upon a hook

I'd tempt voracious fishies

With a come-and-get-me look

Heheh - last handful have been marvellous.
I have no use for peppermills

That grind exceeding small

I like my pepper crunchy

Of no pep-per at all

I used to be quite boozy (Chalky) The mind boggles

But now I'm on the wagon

Since then I got a floozy

Now I'm sober, she's a dragon

My name is Doctor Pepper

Academia's my domain

When students need a sugar-rush

They slurp my liquid cane

I wish I were a p'liceman

Carrying a truncheon

I'd bash the suspects in the cells

And then slope off for luncheon

[R, i, R & K] Perfect.
I wish I was a coathook

Inside a bathroom door

Upon which hangs your bathrobe

While you're clad with nothing more

I wish I were a mulberry

Hanging on a bush

Succulent and tempting

Until I turn to mush

I wish I was a teapot

Short and stout and hot

A bit like Harry Secombe

But then Welsh I'm not

I wish I was a surly wench

And you a handsome knave

But you are just a burly mensch

'Bout whom I cannot rave.

I wish I were a racehorse

I'd gallop like the wind

But after the five furlong post

This wish I now rescind.

I wish I had a beaten sword

My fields require the plough

So I'll see the local blacksmith

After I sell my sow

I wish I were a plumber

I'd plumb the ripest drains

My rods and hooks would rummage well

Who cares about the stains?
Tuj, Raak, Software, Rosie] Very nice.

I wish I were a chimney sweep

My face all smeared with soot

I'd stick my big brush up your flue (CdM) Cheers, and a belated plaudit for your burly mensch. V good.

Full length - that's fifty foot!

I wish I ware a stevedore

A-working in the dock

A deckhand or a roustabout

With one eye on the clock

I wish I were a poet

A job to which I'm not adverse

My couplets I would craft with care

My image I would nurse.

I wish I had a mandolin

To play and pluck and strum

I'd be just like Corelli

And play with just one thumb.

I wish I had a blue mohawk

And a beard dyed flaming red

With green-tinged skin and Vulcan ears

I'd look like I was dead

I wish I were a blowtorch

Carried in a plumbers bag

I'd be good at heated blow jobs....Coat!!!

But I'm really not a slag

I wish I had elastic arms

What mischief I could make

I'd be just like Mr Tickle® Roger Hargreaves

Unless your giggle's fake

I wish I were an apple pie

And you a pot of cream

I'm all fibre, you mere fat

But together we're serene

I wish I were a joint of lamb

Slowly roasting on a rack

You'd drool just at the thought of me

And the cutlery attack

I wish I were a polyglot

Familiar with tongues

I'd speak to all the world with ease

In places quite far flung[s]

I wish I was a prophet

A soothsayer or seer

I'd outdo Nostradamus

And on TV appear. (Softers) I note with approval that the adjective "agrees" with the noun.:-)

I wish I was a fountain pen

Filled full of blackest ink

Your shirt pocket I would stain with glee

I then get binned, I think.

I wish I had three wishes

And that, in all, makes four.

A wine-jug, loaf of bread, and thou

Submissive on the floor coat!

I wish I were in Birmingham

A-visiting my mama

Her name is Marlene, as you'd guess

And Daddy's name's Osama

I wish I had a wishing well

For then I'd make a wish

What it is I just can't tell

Being indecisive(-ish).

I wish I didn't have to wish

I'd like to trust to fate

Whatever it may throw at me

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