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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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and make you a big mess.

I've ne're time to play this game

For that we're truly pleased

So this line isn't really here

It's just something I sneezed

laughs out loud

I wish I were a sewer rat

Just lolling in the muck

To live in filth is de rigeur

If fragrant you're a schmuck
mercy killing - ain't it curious how some of these little ditties just take off and others hang around like a smell on a landing ..

I wish I were a landing smell yeah... oblig.

Pervading everywhere

My sulphuretted compounds

Would announce Kilroy was there.

I wish I were a poultergeist

A ghost of chickens past

I'd just pull off my drumsticks

Then headlessly run fast

I wish I were a tuba

With a 'normous shiny bell

My basso tones will resonate

And make your life sheer hell. This has sat here for 9 days so I've finished it myself. I wouldn't say it was a particularly difficult one.

I wish I were an endgame Time, gentlemen?

A glow-worm's final thrust

The last bright glimmer in the dark

Arising from the dust

Why kill it? It moves faster than any other game in MC5.

I wish you'd all just go away

I know just what you mean

You're really getting up my nose

Like Elton John, great queen.

My phone ate the "whoops" button

didn't realize we were missing our dividing line
My phone ate the "whoops" button

It thought it was delicious (this is the 2nd line - the first is "my phone at the whoops button)

It tasted of old mutton

Which makes me feel suspicious

I wish to make a statement

That will edify the press:

"I've got loads of money -

Most people have got less."

I wish I were a paintbrush

Thrust deep in thick, thick paint

I'd spread it 'cross your canvas

But an oil painting? You ain't.

I need some inspiration

My mind has drawn a blank

Has anyone got any thoughts

I did have, but they stank.

(Rosie has cleverly made my move look like I forgot the question mark.)

[Knobbers] That's cut-throat competitve poetry for you. Well - doggerel dogfights, anyhoo.
It's funny how your brightest thoughts

Are had while in the bath

These musings land one in the courts (Knobbly) So you did. I've only just noticed.
(pen) Knobbers? Knobbers?? You're dir'y.

If played out before a hearth Broad "a" mode.

I wish I were a lawyer

Who travels place to place

Distributing fee notes

And winning every case

I'm glad I'm not a banker

For bonuses I hate

Those coins weigh down my pockets

And make me very late.

Beware the Jabberwock my son!

His eyes are all aflame

Be bold, and with your vorpal sword

Restore our family name.

This recipe for meatloaf

Needs garlic -- twenty cloves

This means that it can stop a train

And empty it, in droves Hmmm. Maybe someone else could have done it better.

I wish that I could write a verse [pen] good result given the circumstance

In praise of paradigms

But that would clearly be peverse

So just do one that rhymes.

I wish that I were far away

In fabled Samarkand

I'd grab a passing camel

And ride across the sand

I've learned why these are called glowworms

(Though I haven't quite mastered the form)

Though they're nothing like a limerick

Nobody really notices if I add an extra beat or two - hang on, where's me mate?

So why am I a glowworm? come and have a go if you think you're hard enough

Because, by night, you shine

Your arse emits a friendly light

That almost outshines mine

I wish I were a pot-hole (irach) Er, we'll be the judge of that. :-)

To lie in wait for bikes

I lure unwary pedallers [p, R, SM, i] marvellous. And not just because it's apparently in praise of me :o)

Then I leaps out and strikes

Today's the day the Aintree nags

Leap o'er Becher's Brook

And bookies take their money bags

To fill with takings took

I beat the bookies at their game

My stake went on a silly name
And when the first horse passed the post
I was the one who'd won the most so sorry, it ran away with me

I wish the odds were better

'Gainst life's slings and arrows (pen) I hope you behaved yourself.

But with the right protection

The winning margin narrows

I wish I were a policeman

Because I am power mad

My truncheon would be hard and thick

A lot like me and dad

I wish I were a spotted skunk

A weas'lly little stinker

And smell just like my grandpa stunk

'Tho I'm just a little pinker

This break in the proceedings

Could not have been timed better

I'll go and take some readings (mode = weather nut.)

And see if it got wetter awright, Rosie?

I wish I were a cloudburst (pen) Das Wetter ist sehr trocken.

I'd rain all over you

With splishy-sploshy raindrops

As big as drops of dew

The sun today is very hot

But the air is very cold

Sunburn, frostbite, all at once

But where? You shan't be told

I'm working very hard today

At writing deathless prose

I'm trying to clear my desk, you see

Of all that is verbose.

The midnight oil's all been burned

Adding to greenhouse gases

The textbook pages have been turned

By studious lads and lasses.

The time has come for all good men

To join in our just cause

And if we find agreement, then

We'll campaign to change the laws

Good women too, are needed here

They add that feminine touch

As long as they don't get ideas

And wear the trousers much *steams*

I wish I were a referee (pen) Not surprised. Get some water in the boiler - quick.

I rule with rod of steel

Don't hesitate to show the red

If the goalie's not genteel.

The linesman has an easy job

He types <hr> and lo!

A new fresh piece of webpage

Let creative juices flow!

The policeman's lot is happy

As kettling he doth go

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