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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 an actor (Softers) 15-yr-olds do it in class (so I'm told)
I'd strut upon the stage
There'd be no dry eye in the house
My "Macbeth" would be the rage
I wish I were a guru
My every word you'd heed
I'd tell you to strip naked
To do a Kama Sutra deed
To partake of my wisdom
You must wear this party hat
Your brain will function better
Although you'll look a prat oblig, probably
I am a perfect Bayesian
I am coordinated
And all those silly Frequentists
Can say what they like
When Ike and Tina Turner
River deep-ed and mountain high-ed
They left a good job in the city
But then ol' Ikey died
I'd climb the highest mountain
And forge the wettest stream
Just to get away from you (SM) Did you mean ford?
You're a nightmare not a dream
O poets red in tooth and claw [Rosie] Yes, I was thinking of 'Climb Every Rainbow'
Have no truck with sonnets (SM) Ah! The steep bit near the ground is the worst, always.
It's best to use a car instead
And etch your verse on bonnets [Software] "Can say what they like"? (three poems ago) Am I missing something subtle?
I wish I were a jam jar
Packed with jellied berry filling
Then I'd feel the rock star
Who liked young girls quite willing [Phil] yes
I wish that I were clever
And won a Nobel prize
I'd then become quite famous
And get away with lies. . . . cynical old bugger . . .
I wish I were a liar
Alas, though, I lack guile
But what I miss in cunning
I make up for with pure style
I've only ever once been caught
With my trousers down - J,R,E,C - nice :o)
The trial was held at County Court
With my boxer shorts stained brown
I wish I were a magistrate
A-sending folks to hang
I'd be acting ultra vires
But I just don't give a dang (y'all)
I wish I were immortal [Phil] I'm as confused as you are, btw.
And immoral would help too
I'd sin for all eternity [CdM] Thank god, it's not just me :-)
The bill would ne'er come due.
I wish I was a shuttlecock
Winging back and forth
My feathers start off perky
Then end up pointing north [CdM, Phil] It's me as well :-)
I wish such obfuscation - I've been waiting for ages to post that word
Would be more oft eschewed
For spurious complication
Is moral turpitude. We are the New Puritans. Aaaaaghh!
[C,R,p,R] Excellent. I've said more than once that to be a good citizen in the morniverse, particularly in poetry games, you need to know when not to post. This morning I wrote the line "Well -- I just think it's rude" to finish that last glowworm, but upon previewing I thought, 'well, that's ok, but I bet someone else can do better'. So I deleted my line, and -- sure enough -- Rosie came along with one that was ten times better. Oh, and while I am it, applause also to S,P,R for the immor(t)al one.
(CdM) Thanks for the compliment. Your point is very pertinent. If I can't think of a good one I try not to put anything up. Part of the reason, I have to admit, is that I don't want to put my name to some banality. People will think I'm going soft or have lost it. But really one has to ask oneself "Is this worthy of the Morniverse?" If not, say nowt. Your inspiration will return. This condition can be relaxed to end a poor one has been hanging about for a while.
I wish my knarfled sprugget-flink Yes, but you should have seen the lines I rejected.
Was cruft with sparkly prill
With splinky dik-daks all around
Upon my window sill.
I wish a were a geyser now, now . . .
And not a girly fountain
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