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The Ballad of G3IMX To the tune of Greensleeves ( chorus in italics ) There is a ham on the Isle of Wight Whose veggie patch is an awesome sight At night it glows with an eerie light And all for the love of his green peas Green peas are his delight In his sad drab world they're a faint green light Green peas are his delight And they grow best with radiation Aged 23 with a PhD He left his island and went to sea Southampton bound with a flask of tea To follow his love of green peas Green peas are his delight In soup, in pies, where no appetite Green peas are his delight You can eat them on any occasion Whilst on the mainland he did see A sight more beautiful than a pea In nuclear physics was her degree Her name was Millie Curie Green peas were his delight But Millie Curie came first that night She was gone before mornings light And this was their only liaison She'd made things grow before his eyes She'd made his gherkin triple its size Though Eric was clever he wasn't too wise He thought that she'd used radiation Green peas had been his delight But now he kept thinking of Millie all night If rubbing it with Caesium made it feel all right Perhaps it would work on his green peas To the island next day he set his course In his rucksack Beta and Gamma source He played on his radio and learned some morse While the gamma rays worked on his green peas Green peas that now glowed at night In his garden they were a ghostly sight Though his gherkin fell off and his skin turned white The peas got a standing ovation He further enhanced his gardens yield With soil imported from Selafield Though his onions grew to a foot across The side effects would include hair loss Green peas were once his delight Now it's any veg' of great width or height And though through the day Eric bravely smiles He can not sleep with atomic piles. The end ... anonymouS Hill-Billy Eric with grandson Luke. Look at those whopper onions. Genetically mutated by the kilowatts from his shack. Inspired by The Count Of Monty Christo, Eric is currently digging an escape tunnel to the mainland. |
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