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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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At almost thirty three
To sleep, to die, to fade away
Is not how I shall go
I'll rant and rage and lead astray
And put up a real good show
I wish I had some stollen
And a glass of hot gluhwein
A dash of fresh bee pollen
Will ease its path just fein
I'm looking for some Christmas soul
But only found this wine
There's also an old sausage roll
Which I must decline.
Try saying no to deep-fried snacks
They surely will obey
Crisps and chips and other things
Are out — make do with hay.
Chocolate seem more appetizing
Chocolate seems more fun
Chocolate makes you feel quite good
When all is said and done.
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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