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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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With a song apon my lips

By Friday afternoon at 5

'Twas settled on my hips.

My bagpipe playing will improve

Whenever I quit smoking

I put a gasper down each drone (gasper n. cigarette)

The Scots, they think I'm joking.

[i, cfm, SM, R] Very satisfying, that last one - because of use of the word 'gasper', and also because of the cruelty to bagpipes.
It's all done, bar the shouting

And even that's diminished

So, when you're done with pouting

this rhyme, they say, is finished.

I'll raise a glass to one and all

A worthy toast it is

To this quite splendid cannonball

A long draught of Bucks Fizz

My first appears in sun and rain - solve the word puzzle - can we make this work?

The next in ears and nose.

My third in fourth but not in fifth

My fourth in drawers not hose

The time to buy some posher plonk (crossing over from the limerick game here)

Is the time when you have money

Then with winish snobbery

Serve it mixed with honey (I don't like them dry wines)

'Twas on a bright September morn

When I met my true love

But then the teacher caught us

As I began to shove Coat!

I wish I were the author

Of some fine erotic verse

I'd win you -- first with subtle rhymes

Then something more perverse

There's something big and hairy there.

Rebekah Brooks it is

She shares a hairdo with Shaun White

When it rains, it tends to frizz

I wish I had completed

What I set out to do

Alas, I was defeated

By black magic and voodoo

I wish I had a flower pot

To place upon my roof

Amongst the tiles and slates, it's bloom

Would brighten, fade, then...poof!

I wish the zombie at my door

Would kindly bugger off

He visited me once before

And all my brains did scoff

:^)

I have a small confession

'bout a weakness that I have

I have sworn off the repression

But deep down I'm just a chav.

I wish that I was ten feet tall That zombie one was excellent =)

I'd look down on the throng.

Then they would look up at me

And dangle from my thong

I called and left a message

That said please call me back

I guess you didn't hear it

Or you've given me the sack

I wish I were a sack of spuds

Wilja, Queens or Roosters

Producing enough biofuel

To launch two rocket boosters

I wish I was on top of things

I'd be a happenin' dude

My minions toiling down below

Would be completely screwed

I wish I had a bushy beard

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