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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 wish I were a 5 year old
For whom he world is new
All day I'd have adventures
Pretend I'm in a zoo
But Now We Are A Six Year Old
And almost all growed up
I'll read the works of Kierkegaard
Around my Tommee-Tippee cup
I wish the (UK) Online Safety Act (2023)
Had withered on the vine instead of ending all our poetry (Iambic octameter, AABB?)
Still, maybe we could try and make it scan
Alas I don't believe we can, still that's legislative language for you eh, no sense of elegance.
I think I'll have just one last blast
Before the feds arrive
It's as though my lot is cast
In 2025
Oh, boys, this march will be my last
Our certain doom draws hear
But perhaps there'll be a miracle
And no-one sheds a tear
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