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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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Like Gallop, YouGov, Mori
My prediction would be iffy
And punters would be sorry
I wish I was a baritone
Unlike say, Elton John
Then I'd seem more manly
When taking on the Don
I wish I were Mount Everest
Five miles high and more
My lofty heights are tempting
But your legs won't half be sore mercy killing
I wish I could show mercy
To all my enemies
But I like the feel of power
To see them begging on bent knees
I wish I were a blender Blender, I said.
Filled up with lentil soup
I'd whizz and whizz and whizz and whizz
Spinning leguminous goop
I'm getting very lazy
I put it down to age
I think much more before I do
Because my bird escaped its cage.
I drank a Bloody Mary
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