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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 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

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