mc5 - Pea and Honey Recipes

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

Darren

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

Chalky

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.

Chalky

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

Juxtapose

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

irac

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.

Phil

Full length - that's fifty foot!

I wish I ware a stevedore

Botherer

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