Making Music, comic poem 504 by Angela Lansbury

Musical note, colourful cartoon. Illustration by Angela Lansbury. Photo by Angela Lansbury.  Copyright.

 Yesterday why was I down in the dumps?

I'd had pills, wan't ill, no big reason

No more toothache, no return of breast lumps

Just 'music' nearby, drumming thump, thump, thump

Past midnight, I admit I'm a night owl

But I'm now being forced to stay awake

The outside interference made me scowl

It was far too late to bake a quick cake

For several minutes I felt quite fraught

Then I stopped to review my bad, sad thoughts

And tried to find something good I'd been taught

My age is the stage to start a new page

Lucky people have a house and good health

'though not in the tallest tower of wealth

You can't change the whole world in a minute

When you don't like other people in it

The nearest thing you can change is yourself

Instead of shouting, trying to excite

Rudely saying, 'You're wrong! And I am right!'

It's best to think and write something polite

Avoid bad words which might be misconstrued

Don't be rude, but just change your attitude

So I nodded to the music, and smiled,

I thought, 'I love it! It's free, fun and wild!'

I can dance, sitting down, wiggle my toes

I can toss my hair and wiggle my nose

I can dream I kiss and croon by the moon

No-one complains if I sing out of tune

If I want to dance, I don't need a mate

If I want space to dance, I don't have to wait

If I want a drink, I don't need a date

I don't have to worry that it's too late

When I am tired and think I've had quite enough

Of energetic, acrobatic stuff

My pillow and soft bed are right nearby

I can flop into bed and close my eyes

I can dream the disco dancing's around me

I'm dancing with a handsome millionaire

The lullaby's erotic, hypnotic

Sensual, safe, I sleep without a care.

-ends--

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