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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'd take you for a spin
And if you said "Rien ne va plus!"
I'd still ask for your PIN.
And now alas, I'm stony broke
I've frittered all my cash
On booze and birds and lines of coke
Hidden textRude alternative:-On booze and birds I didn't poke.
You pay the bill - must dash!
I wish that Amy Winehouse would
Put on a paper bag
She really is an ugly, skinny,
Tone deaf, pissed up hag.
Findus fish fingers are no more Some spiffing ones in the last week, well done!
The Firm's be frozen out; iCPB - excellent
Captain Birds Eye rules the roost
Such gastronomic clout.
I wish my unicycle had
An extra wheel or two
For I'd prefer to bi- or tri-
-cycle along with you.
To drive an eighteen wheeler
Needs a beefy set of pecs
Unless there's power steering
Or warp drive (like Star Trek's)
I wish I were made of perspex
I just love acrylic glass
Every part of me'd be see-through
But not my clothes, alas.
I've just received a box of cheese
Tilsit and Bel Paese
My cheesy habit they will foster
Replacing Brie and Double Gloucester Don't get me started on cheese...
I wish the folks of Limpopo
Would choose a better name
And Peneloopij's scansion
Is OK. What a dame!
I wish I were a hedgehog
Curled up into a ball
A compact spiky little sphere
Impeneteraball. ....apologies....
I wish I were elastic
Your highly flexing friend
Our friendship is fantastic
But plastic in the end
[K, S, p (me), J] That one is exciting and sad at the same time.
I wish I were a Velcro strip
I'd stick where I'm not wanted
And when you ripped my sides apart
I'd be non-orthodonted. ....difficult....
I swim beside my manatee
She's such a gentle soul
Without a trace of vanity
We queue up for the dole
I wish I were a High Court Judge
I like to dress in wigs
With toupée tape they shouldn't budge
On my Old Bailey gigs
I wish I were a magistrate Continuing the legal theme
Sitting on the Bench
Dispensing justice all day long BTW; we had magistrate twice before
To every wanton wench
At last I've found my one true love
I found her in a cave
She dropped upon me from above
… It's been a splendid rave!
I wish I were a botanist
Researching Cannabis
I'd take samples home with me
And hallucinate in bliss
I wish I were the very last
On which my shoes were made
A boot I'd seek, a sole-searching soul
One that could be laid. coat!
I wish I wasn't left-hand-drive gah, I'm struggling with it - and often set off on the wrong side of the road, despite a new easy-to-drive car and a helpful sticker on the windscreen.
It's clearly just now right;
now = not :o(
I can't change gear with my right hand
Not since I had the fight moicy
For fifty miles I chased the Stig
In my Cooper S
But just as he was in my sights
I span off - what a mess.
They once put Clarkson in a tank
Of boiling caustic soda ...dream on...
But the b*stard's really so thick skinned
We wait to write his coda
I wish an anaconda could
Wear a feather boa
On the catwalk it would slither
With aplomb but ever slower
The mamba is a placid soul
(Invoking the Nash convention. Ogden Nash, that is.)
Whose gentle toxic bite
Will send you into ga-ga land
See one and take fright.
I wish I were in Kathmandu
Chug-a-lugging Gorkha beer
Climb a mountain? - no can do
I think I'll stay right here
When I once rode through Peckham
As a Spice Girls groupie
I thought that David Beckham
Was local slang for loopy.
I wish I were a pelican
A crossing's what I'd be
Not Zebra or pedestrian
Or Julia Roberts' brief for me
My y-fronts are the stretchy ones
Because I'm big down there
My feet are almost size eighteen Chalky - back on form, missus?!!
But them - my wife don't care
The hippo favours boxer shorts
So warm savannah breezes (unfinished sentence alert)
May aerate sundry nether parts
Which cures all known diseases.
The alligator's cheerful grin
Belies its fearsome chomp
Therefore, don't put fingers in
Unless that is your wont Making the best of irach's challenging rhyme
I wish I could have easy rhymes [Software]...how about "swamp...or stomp... or romp... or pomp"?
Like "me", "my", or "nasturtium"
And not have "alcohol" or "Thirsk"
Or Moses' firstborn, Gershom.
(Raak) .....who played in goal for Walton and Hersham. Good on crosses.
[irach] tried them, couldn't make 'em work
I love a well-constructed ark
And animals in pairs
With several decks to spread the load
And on the top, deckchairs.
Hidden textAnd underneath, a line.
I wish I were a blowlamp
I love the smell of burning paint
My blow job will impress you
And leave you feeling faint
Such fun to be a hippo!
And wallow in the mud!
The best thing about wallowing:
It's not something I should.
I wish for not a single thing
I'm rich and have it all
The cash, the cars, the yacht, the bling
Yes, I'm a Barbie doll!
My orca thinks a goldfish bowl
Is comfy, warm and snug
This bowl, of course, is very large
I cross it in a tug
I wish I'd been King Henry Eight
And ruled o'er all the land
My carnal appetite I'd sate
On Kates and Annes at hand
I wish I was a rolling stone
That could gather up Kate Moss
I'd be a model rock star
And use her just to floss
When a stone has finished rolling
It'll be o'er the hill
And all the moss it's gathered
Will be there still.
I wish the Pussycat and Owl
Would cease their constant rowing
They've got an outboard motor now
And really should get going
I had a little problem (i,K,SM,p - bravo)
Nothing would it ease
I had lots of honey
But still I lost my peas how satisfying
I had a little brainwave
'Twas no brain tsunami
The idea just came into my head
To join the Belgian army
I haven't got an earthly chance
Of shagging Hazel Blears
The thought of that just makes me weep
With joyful, happy tears
I wish a Snark (Boojum, or not)
Was not so hard to catch
So maybe I'll just not bother
As I think I've met my match
Lonely Grinch Would Like To Meet
A Who like Cindy Lou
For friendship, fun and maybe more
But anything will do
[Software] Excellent finish
En route from Clapham Junction
To Sunningdale, via Staines
A bloody signal failure
Oh, damn these BritRail trains!
I wish I were a satnav (irach) BR (British Rail) is no more. Privatised in 1994. Don't get me going. :-)
I'd tell you where to go
Turn left along this footpath
And then get out and row.
I wish I had a second home
Be it igloo or a yurt [Rosie]Forgive me my trespass. But then what do us Yanks know of things British such as bowlers, stumps and fish and chips, or haggises and kings? Maybe Brit Rail got privatised just because of those bloody signal failures pre-dating 1994 ;)
I'd furnish it from MFI (irach) Yep, private firms make lots of money installing dodgy signals and other private firms make equally large amounts repairing them. Sole purpose of the exercise.
And carpet it with dirt
Dorothy Parker -

I wish I could drink like a lady
I can take one or two at the most
Three and I'm under the table
Four and I'm under the host

I wish I were a spittoon
In which men expectorate
Though now, upon reflection
I should learn to delegate.
I wish Alfredo Garcia's head
Was brought today to me
On second thoughts instead
Invite him round for tea
I wish I were a biscuit
Dunked in a cuppa tea
I'd go from crisp to soggy
Before you count to three
I wish I were a talent scout
With power to recommend
For then you'd let me scout you out
To star in the West End
I stand at the end of the pier
Whoops, I may have limericked by mistake. Sorry.
[SM] Can be remedied....I wish I stood at pier's end
Playing the slot machines Fits either
I'd surely win the jackpot
And stuff it in my jeans
Whisht! I hear a whirring
The clock's about to chime
It's measure is unerring
Big Ben meets the test of time
Shall we have another?
The evening is young
Itsh jusht my fourth martini
And my wife has not yet rung
I wish I were a cactus
Then prickly I would be
I think a xerophytic life
Is just the life for me.
As I sit here slowly melting
Like a warming slab of butter
I long for rainstorms pelting
I'll go lie out in the gutter
I wish I had a magic lamp
The kind that I could rub
I'd conjure up a genie
or a lovely plate of grub
At last the clouds have shed their load
And all beneath is dripping.
How good it is to be a toad
Through puddles gently skipping
I wish I were a spin doctor
I'd fix your gyroscope
And with my centripetal force
It would then work, I'd hope
I wish I were pigeon
For even when I roam
I'd always find my way back to
The place that I call home. That would do very well spread over four illustrated pages in a book for small children.
[Raak] I'm onto it.
I wish my cluttered home-sweet-home
Could be defraged like a disk
I'd contemplate space, light, and air
But this involves some risk.
I work as an inspector
My beady eye sees all
If just one hair is out of place
I'll snood you- one and all
I wish I were a bishop
Complete with bishopric
I'd show it off to all the crowds
Even though I look a pr*ck
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