mc5 - Pea and Honey Recipes

Regarding soccer moms

Kim

Is that their little poppets

To matches carry bombs

Simons Mith

Rule one is that Thou Shall Wear Socks

Rule two is to not catch the Pox

Ah, this is a limerick, yes?

Scansion Gestapo

Nein.

I wish that I were hosiery

Wrapped 'round a woman's thighs

Instead (here's full disclosury)

I just dreams and sighs

Kim

I wish I were a proper noun
And not a proper twit

Bigsmith

I wouldn't mislead my online friends

By pretending I'm a wit

I wish I were a raspberry [Softers] Precisely the line I nearly put in yesterday!

Blown in your direction

Then I would really signify

Contempt for your complexion

Spare the rod and spoil the child

So whack him with a kipper

The little sod has run quite wild

Who'd ever have a nipper?

I wish I were a bumblebee

I'd bumble hither-thither

Up to the point when you might say - go on - swear out loud. You know you want to.

Fuck it, then. Why dither? (Chalks) Oh, I do, but actual invitations are scarce.

I wish I was a potted plant

A fern or aspidistra

I'd live in conservatory

De-dum te-tum de-dah -life's too short to faff around with impossible rhymes and nonsensical third lines :-)

I wish I had more patience

Bigsmith

With Software's last third line

I wish I'd thought before I wrote My fault - I must have had a brain fart

Contrition, thus, is mine. (pen) Which orifice is involved in these eruptions?

I wish I owned a parrot

I wish I owned a parrot [pen] confession is good for the soul ;o) + More brain farting!

Oh I wish I owned a parrot

Juxtapose

But I don't.

I've thought a lot about this line

Perhaps I've over-thought

But when I think about my thoughts

I get really overwrought

I wish I were a beer mat

For real ale not for lager

Darren

Anything that I soaked up

Would serve to end this saga (mercy killing)

I wish I were a Riesling

Or maybe a Gewurz

Instead I'm just a pale Soave

Life's so unfair, it hurts

I wish I was a mezcal worm

Condensing boozy vapours

In stasis there I would remain

A source of mental capers

I would I were a pint of ale

As clear as amber dew

I'd sit upon my beermat

Anticipating you

As swift as Summer Lightning

Your cooking passed through me

The thunder rumbles on, though

Darren

As does the smell of brie

I wish I were an antelope

An ungulate or deer

I'd skip across the grassy plains Do I sound like a lumberjack? Hello, Darren. Where have you been, then?

And wonder why I'm here

I like to play upon my oud

Or my didgeridoo

But as for my soprano sax

Phil

it always leaves me blue

Kim

I wish I were a tangerine