h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Nothing's better than mushy peas,
you loopy gloater!
How else can you make a good pie floater?


;^)#

A pie floater?
That sounds rank!
Or is it something made up by a yank?

Nothing to do with Septic Tanks!
You're buzzing like a mozzy
Coz a pie floaters made up by an Aussie!

;^)#
btw its a meat pie in a dish of peas (usually mushy & very wet) ;^)#

Loopy gloater?
That's not nice,
and I'd rather my peas, with fish and fries!

Sorry for the gloater crack
I should have stuck to peas
Its an easier ryhme as we all sees


;^)#

SEASon All
Is quite nice.
It is in fact, a salt spice.

Salty spice,
a friend of Sporty?
Oh I bet she's just as naughty!

Naughty Sporty?
What about sugar & spice
And all things nice?


;^)#

I know it's late,
But I think it funny
That peas don't fall off the knife with honey.

Spicy chicks...
Oh how nauseous!
They don't deserve to be that hauteous.

Hey.. it's my word, I'll speel it anyway I like.

Nauseous hauteous, naughtyness!
Can someone lend a dictionary
to 'nnonymouse, or at a pinch Pictionary


;^)#

Pinching Pictionary,
sounds like stealing!
How about Poker? Anyone dealing?

Deal me in!
I have a dictionary!
But haughtiness didn't rhyme... not very!

Coin a word,
This I can do.
This method doesn't set with you?

Coining words,
oh I can try.
Gimme a dollar, or else I'll cry!

(Cookie Monster very temperamental today!)

A coin a word?
I'll take a dime
But just because it's good to rhyme

Or raise the stakes
And charge a quarter,
(My agent seems to think I oughta)

But if the going rate's a penny
I'd have to think and write too many

And if the going rate's a buck?...

Does your agent have any suggestions?
Please go slow, and ask plenty of questions!

But if it's Lire, Franc or Pound,
the fox is in sight
just follow your hound!

Foxes? Hounds?
Oh dear! (or deer?)
A widdle mouse could die from fear!

The hunt is on!
I hear the bay
Of much too many hounds today!

*Scurries off*
Oh what to do!
*Looks around for pocket or two*

*woof* *woof* ...whish, whish,
the tensions high,
as fox and hounds go racing by.

My stomach rumbles,
time to munch
on the big fudge cookies I brought for lunch.

Hand in pocket...
what's that I feel?
Oh Bob this really can't be real.

A widdle mouse,
who shakes with fright,
has eaten my cookies... every last bite!

*nibble nibble*
Oh what luck!
To find just the right pocka in all that muck!

*munching happily*
Cookies you say?
You mean you didn't plan it this way?

Plan it that way?
You must be mad,
Those chocky chip cookies were all that I had!

If you keep shaking
Me like that,
You're prob'ly going to get them back!