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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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Upon my window sill.

I wish a were a geyser now, now . . .

And not a girly fountain

I'd live in lovely Yellowstone

And squirt at Saddle Mountain

When continents are drifting

Pangaea's split apart

Gondwanaland's a-forming

And India gets its start

I wish I knew the answer

I haven't got a clue

Don't understand the question

Besides, I'm pissed. What's new?

I've changed my online atavar

The new one's so much cuter [ITYM "avatar" ;-)]

I like to watch her in the nude

By hacking her computer

I wish I was a chocolate bar

Instead I'm just a flake

But just like British chocolate I have an ending in mind, I wonder if others do?

I leave Hershey's in my wake [Soft] was that it?

I wish I were an ombudsman

I would investigate

Nefariousness in all its forms

The piss I would not take [Phil] Not quite - "I'm just a bloody fake" was my idea.

i wish my work was finished

And I could go straight home

But maybe I'd swing by the pub

"I can't resist." (Georg Ohm)

Banality in all its forms

Is found on MC here

In fact it is one of our norms

No deep thoughts shall appear.
(A hymn to be sung to the tune of "All Things Bright and Beautiful".)

If any intellectual

Attempts to prove us wrong

She or he'll be pilloried

In poetry and song. Fat chance

A cross-eyed bear called Gladley

Met a cock-eyed bear called Bill

The pair devoured a wall-eyed pike

Strabismus wins two-nil.

I wish I were a dashing spy

Dashing from Prague to Rome

With pistol, gloves and killer shades

And camera in my comb

Perhaps this deserves several verses ..

I'd have no need for mundane things

I'd love my Austin Martin

Its blazing guns would clear the road

And leave the baddies smartin'

My basic needs would be supplied - usa

(Women, wine, and poker chips)

My cool, suave charm would be applied

To Octopussy's swaying hips.

Nasty villains I'd track down

Mmmmm - try that with more space

Software - Nasty villains I'd track down

Blow up their secret hideaways

they'd stroke their cats to no avail

Their henchmen turned to runaways. oish

On service to Her Majesty

My license is to kill

With ricin or with bullets' aim

Either way it's brill.

I'm on the SMERSH most-wanted list

But do not care a jot

I'm women-and-martini-pissed

My suave is all to pot

Most of all, I'm just so cool

My machismo knows no bounds

But that's my dream. In real life

I'm a milkman on my rounds Well, that was fun while it lasted :o)

I wish I were a painter

My house I'd decorate

I'd paint it in pink candystripes

and sell it to the Tate

I wish I were decisive. That spy series wasn't bad at all. A bit of polishing and it would be reminiscent of Milligan.

Or do I? I'm not sure

But then, on the other hand

I like to dither more

I wish I could remember

Whatever I forgot

But did I forget anything?

My memory says not

I wish I could stop dreaming

and rouse myself from sleep

But the arms of Morpheus

Are lovely, long and deep

Oi! You nicked my bicycle!

How can I get home?

The bus is gone I've got no dosh

So Oi'll polish off me pome

I wish I were a test pilot

In stratospheric realms

Mach IV would seem slow to me

Until I hit those elms.

I wish my sinuses would drain [Rosie] marvellous finish!

Then I could hum fine tunes

But sadly I just suffer Which I do, actually :o(

Most Aprils, Mays and Junes. (blamelewis) Cheers. I was inspired by the thought of a mate who flies a Tiger Moth. Top speed 80 mph and it can just about clear the trees.

I wish I was a tiger moth

I'd aim to clear the trees

With wooden prop and wings of cloth

Being careful not to sneeze.

I wish I was a cauliflower

With fractal-like florets

But please don't overcook me (Raak) Yeah, all right, :-)

Else I'll get the sweats

I swoop above the cabbage fields

To look for Peter Rabbit

Airborne death falls from the sky

The vultures dive and grab it.

I wish I was a Brussels sprout veg cascade!

Fresh-steamed and dipped in butter

Best Brassica that ever was

"I hate you!" children mutter

I wish I were a curtain (Softers) About right. :-)

Upon a Broadway stage

I'd be raised revealing stars

From Vaudeville's golden age

A second use for cabbages

Which very few folks know

Is in machines of Babbage's

To smooth the data-flow.

Excellent stuff. Bravo those people

I wish I were a Pearly King Here Here!

A cockney through-and-through

Robed in gaudy sequinned bling

And act 'oity-toity too

I wish I were a Weetabix

Or two - they're best in pairs

But quick, I go all soggy

If with liquid one prepares

I wish I was a Metro train

My headlights incandescent

'Neath the streets I would wind

In ecstasy transcendent.

A duck is sleeping on the tracks

Its head beneath its wing

It doesn't hear the closing train

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