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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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Darren
Instead I am a poker chip
Juxtapose
And doomed to igno-miny
Red Wolf
I wish I had an Oscar Mayer
irach
And not this Nathan's wiener
penelope
Since I'm a grumpy old tax payer
Red Wolf
And Nathan's just makes me meaner...
penelope
I wish I was a baker
Rosie
I'd wear a baker's hat
Quendalon
And eat large sticks of butter
irach
I love imbibing globs of fat
Simons Mith
With crown and orb and sceptre
Chalky
My aim is for to please
Rosie
And few could be adepter
that's a mains adepter, btw
Software
At avoiding all the sleaze
penelope
I wish I was a radio
Raak
That was tuned in to you
Rosie
You can twang my aerial
Phil
It sure beats Radio 2
Simons Mith
If you get poor reception
Red Wolf
Try stroking your aerial
Software
It will certainly mess up the scan
Rosie
And if combined with poor insulation could lead to your premature burial.
Rosie
I wish I were a bar of soap
penelope
Almost a glowing clerihew, that last one. Or perhaps a cleriworm
Fragrant Camay, Pears, or Fairy
Software
My bubbles would caress your skin
Red Wolf
And scents send your head airy.
Simons Mith
I'm in an awful lather here
Kim
I just can't choose between
Software
The liquid or the solid soap
Raak
Which will best keep me clean?
penelope
I've heard the tales of cooking woes
Chalky
I've empathised and wept
irach
For oysters, like famed Carpenter
Software
In month's not 'r' except
nights
I'm going to the corner shop
Raak
I may be quite a while
irach
The lady at the counter's cute
Software
I'll try my rakish smile
Kim
I wish I were an oyster
Chalky
An aphro-dis-i-ac
Rosie
I'd make folks feel quite fruity
penelope
So they'd end up in the sack
Juxtapose
My college class has started
Simons Mith
And I am running late
nights
I have no time to eat my lunch
Software
And no time to masturbate
coat!
Rosie
I wish I were an actor
(Softers) 15-yr-olds do it in class (so I'm told)
Ella
I'd strut upon the stage
Raak
There'd be no dry eye in the house
irach
My "Macbeth" would be the rage
Software
I wish I were a guru
Rosie
My every word you'd heed
Raak
I'd tell you to strip naked
irach
To do a
Kama Sutra
deed
Simons Mith
To partake of my wisdom
Raak
You must wear this party hat
Rosie
Your brain will function better
Software
Although you'll look a prat
oblig, probably
Raak
I am a perfect Bayesian
irach
I
am
coordinated
Phil
And all those silly Frequentists
Software
Can say what they like
Simons Mith
When Ike and Tina Turner
penelope
River deep-ed and mountain high-ed
Irouléguy
They left a good job in the city
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