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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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The strangest feeling on the lips
In ecstasy I transcend
My love is like a pitted prune
A bit like my complexion
It looks its worst in early June
Bright sun shows each imperfection
My love is like a saxophone
As played by John Coltraine [Software] I hate to bellyache, but you've provided the last line in five out of the last six Glow Worms and spoiled the scansion in four of them. Please could you try to stick to "de-dum de-dum de-dum-dum"?
hear hear Kim
The scansion in Glow Worms can be anything that is rhythmic and fits; it does not have to be de-dum de-dum de-dum
Caressed it makes a blissful moan [Kim, Lurker] Luck of the draw, old mates. See also Rosie.
But blown it squeals in pain
His love is deeper than the sea
Hard to fathom , coral tough
And when she walks by with a wave,
It nearly is enough eh?

Their love is something never said
They do but gasp and grunt
While intertwined in passion
Imagine a final line containing the phrase ...thrust through her... Or perhaps not.
With a Bank to Morden shunt.
My love is like a teddy bear
He's bald; one eye is missing
He's furry and he paws on me
And squeaks when we are kissing
I wrote a letter to my love [S, p, i, K - delightful.]
Expressing my intention
Her answer came wrapped round a brick
Declaring her abstention
My love encompasses all things
All creatures great and small
Except the pygmy marmoset
I don't like it at all.
My love is like a boil-ed sweet
It's sweet and hard and sticky
And when I suck it in my cheek
I give myself a hickey
Our love was never rash or wrong
But rauchy, wriggly, rapt
Er, raunchy.
Now I'm covered in a itchy rash
All poxy, syphed, and clapped.
My loves are lovely, dark and deep
Consisting, as they do
Of Amelle, Jade and Heidi
Hidden textThe Sugababes, fyi
Tweety Pie and Wicky Woo
My love is like a firework
That explodes, then fades to dark
My cherry bomb has long been popped
We did it in the park.
The wisest thing I ever heard
I now will tell to you:
When romantic'lly you've erred We await the wisdom - who's it going to be, who's it going to be?
Just hide the corpse from view.
My love is like a stifled sneeze
Which makes your ears go pop
It's better out than in, I say
So don't let your knickers drop My coat is the one at the left hand side ...
My love is like an urban fox
A-rifling in the trash or 'bin' if you're English. You choose.
She slinks along the midnight docks
Exchanging sin for cash or vice versa if you speak Brit English
My love is like a whooping crane
Slender, tall, aloof
She eats raw fish for breakfast
While standing on the roof
My love is like a tower crane
She stands so tall and strong
Lifting bricks to dizzy heights
As she does my dong. lovely girl
My love is quite the ding dong bell (belle?)
She says I sound her chimes
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