Your Music Or Mine? Comical poem number 752 by Angela Lansbury.

 Everyone good loves music

It can soothe you when you're sick

All kinds of music win applause

But I like mine - yet you like yours

I like trad jazz, but you like new

I don't know what I'm going to do

But if you have bought my ticket

I have to pretend I like it

Conductor's baton, banging drums

Announce something important comes

The orchestra starts tuning up

Like strong black coffee in white cups

We wait for music to begin

Co-ordinating violins

The smart black of the dinner suits

The gentle tooting of the flutes

The player paused at the piano

Is that someone I'd like to know?

Or someone I'd not like to know?

If they don't go, then I might go

He hears a swaying symphony

I hear modern cacophany ...

At last, the interval, the bar

Rewards patrons who've travelled far

Americans on a great vacation

Start animated conversation

From food and drinks we make a choice

That's the best use of my small voice

When all the bridges have been burned

What are the lessons I have learned?

That happiness is just the trick

Of pretending you like the music

The friend's voice which I love to hear

The loved ones who I hold so dear

Alive, and smiling with me here

That's the best music to my ear.

-ends-

Inspection of Collection, M & S Dress. Comical poem 751 by Angela Lansbury.

I've clothes in every shade and hue

Red, orange, pink, purple, green, blue

In every style and kind of dress

From, Primark, Temu, M & S

From Ann Balon and Indigo Moon

They fill suitcases and the store room

Hung on hangers, folded on shelves

In the bedroom, bathroom, toilet as well

I've souvenirs from every place

Where suits, caftans and hats are made

Skiwear, tee-shirts, fake fur and lace

Tartan, polka dots, wool, silk, suede

I've button boxes, cotton and ribbon

Sequins, beads and elastic thread

On the floor, also overhead

On the chairs, even on the bed

I slit seams, cut, use safety pins

Every new use is a new win

Bid on ebay, save a dollar

Old toddler's skirt? A new collar!

I alter clothes, dye, cover stains

Like recycling, I take great pains

I love to count, and keep in order

Yes, you've guessed it, I'm a hoarder.

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Limerick to Limerick. Comical poem 750 by Angela Lansbury. Learning The Irish Language.

 

Travel to Limerick

Limerick is supposedly where the limerick was invented.

Limerick for Limerick by Angela Lansbury

The limerick came from limerick

Easy to write and read, it's quick

Where it started we can't be sure

Let's write, sing and drink some some

You'll laugh, and hic and never be sick

Of the laughs which come from Limerick.

You can learn or refresh Irish Gaelic on Duolingo and other online language courses. The Duolingo starter lesson, which is free, teaches you to say, hear and recognise, and read the words, tea, coffee, sugar, and, please.

Language

Bilingual Irish and English sign in Wikipedia article on language. Photo by Darren J Prior

To get you started, here are some easy words which are the same or almost the same:

Irish - English

banana - banana

bus - bus

cat - cat

camp - camp

fork - fork

lion - lion

mug - mug

English - Irish

banana - banana

bus - bus

camp - camp

cat - cat

fork - forc

lion - lion

mug - mug

Useful websites on Irish Language

duolingo.com

https://en.wikivoyage.org/wiki/Irish_phrasebook

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_language

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lingui-Sticks-Language-Learning-Stickers-Educational/

translate google English-Irish Irish-English

Pronunciation in 3 Dialects, from Munster in the South to Ulster in the North

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X75ZGEytOJs

www.focloir.ie free dictionary English-Irish and Irish-English with pronunciation you can listen to

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St Patrick's Day. Comical poem 749 by Angela Lansbury.

 

Expect celebrations near and far. In pubs such as Wetherspoons, green hats to be bought or given to patrons.

Customers wear green clothes and items with Irish words and jokes.

Trafalgar Square in the centre of London has music, dancing, and food to buy.

You can buy Irish items from supermarkets and party shops.

St Patrick's Day hats on Amazon.

Expect celebrations in pubs and major cities in the UK, USA, Australia and Singapore. Check your local newspapers, TV stations, the internet and YouTube and Wikipedia. In previous years cities in the USA have sold green drinks and Chicago even turned the river green. Expect worldwide jollity, and people singing in public and on public transport in London in the evening.

If you are entertaining, you can download suitable green borders and symbols for invitations and menus.

You can look for the tunes and words of popular Irish songs to play as background music at the start o meetings and meals and celebrations.

Celebrate St Patrick's Day 

by Angela Lansbury

St Patrick's Day the Colour green

Is on the pubs in every scene

The brightest green you've every seen

In drinks, on chairs, balloons and hair

The colours green, orange and white

Are sure to bring all great delight

Drinking by day, singing by night

And smiling all night til daylight

In some cities you see parades

New Yorker smile and wave all day

Singapore - hats given away

At pubs which wanted all to stay

Chicago turns its river green

And green drinks make the weirdest scheme

Different things in different places

Green on spectacles and faces

Ireland has a lucky shamrock day

Montserrat has a holiday

Each country celebrates its way

With bagpipes, harps, or dance all day

I see that opportunity knocks

Although I do not dye my locks

That would give all my friends a shock

I'll wear green ties, or frocks and socks

Afterward I'll store them away

And send emails in which I say

My box of Irish goods will stay

Locked in box rooms til Patrick's Day.

Green four leaf clover sandals. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright. 

Travel

For travellers, in addition to celebrations on the day, visits of interest include 

1 churches associated with St Patrick, and 

2 Guinness tours in Dublin, Eire, and London, England. 

You can learn or refresh Irish Gaelic on Duolingo and other online language courses. The Duolingo starter lesson, which is free, teaches you to say, hear and recognise, and read the words, tea, coffee, sugar, and, please.

Language

Bilingual Irish and English sign in Wikipedia article on language. Photo by Darren J Prior

Useful websites on St Patrick's Day

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%27s_a_Great_Day_for_the_Irish

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Patrick%27s_Day

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_cream

https://opengatelondon.guinness.com/en/tours

Irish Language

duolingo.com

https://en.wikivoyage.org/wiki/Irish_phrasebook

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_language

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lingui-Sticks-Language-Learning-Stickers-Educational/

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What Do Words Mean? Comical poem 748 by Angela Lansbury.

 

What do daily words really mean?

Wales has one word for blue and green

You could translate both as turquoise

Translators spread visual joys

Eskimos have more words for snow

Renamed Inuit, there you go 

Dialects have, as they all know 

Ten to a hundred kinds of snow

Slush, powder, falling, icicles

Bikes, motorbikes, trikes, tricycles

Cakes, tarts, desserts, sweets, puddings, pies

Lies, half truths, polite words, white lies

Adjectives in front, French behind

Words help the deaf, songs hide the blind

Hard snow, soft sand, all kinds of touch

I didn't know I knew so much.

Alliteration, assonance, rhyme

Crosswords and Scrabble, great pastimes

Which fill with skill and give us pride

Sweep cobweb stress, words glow inside.

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Noise and Music. Comical poem 747 by Angela Lansbury.

Photo by Angela Lansbury.

 When you are young you dance and are bold

I heard you lose your hearing when you're old

But that doesn't cause me fear and spoil my joys

It makes appreciate every little noise

I heart the audience happily clap

The ticking clock, the dripping tap

The high voice child, the deep voice man

The train, bus, plane, car, van, coach, tram

The old may be stooped, frail and lame

But brighten when you call their name

Choose to be happy, it's a choice

The greatest joy - hear a friend's voice.

-ends-

Birthday Again. Comical poem 746 by Angela Lansbury.

 

May you live to be a hundred

May you live to see a hundred

People gather smiling at you

They can't go wrong singing a song

How old are you?

They haven't a clue

You look so young

You're so much fun

Fifty, sixty, seven, eighty

Each decade sound much more weighty

Years pass fast when you're having fun

I want to repeat twenty-one

As the candles burn

it's your turn

to blow them out

and give a shout

Thank you for your presence

Balloons and cards

Finding something nice to tell us

Really isn't very hard

What's the secret of living long?

Is it hiding or striding strong?

Eat good food or like a small drink

Exercise, or soothe what you think?

Think of flowers and butterflies

Cakes, balloons, candles in your eyes

Think of friends, laughter and Champagne

Have a great year, meet here again.

-ends-

Sun and moon like me and you. Comical poem 745 by Angela Lansbury.

 Some days we are like the great sun

Up early, creative, life's fun

Some days like the moon, routine groove

Yet love to hate to love we move

Like the sun, one arrives and drives

Makes sure the plants stay alive

The other like the moon reflects

And does what the other directs.

The sun goes down, moon turns around

 Neither makes any useful sound

Sun sets, disappears, like a busy wife

Back, large and bright, brings noisy life

Moonlight dark as a tree hollow

The sun goes hiding, dark at night

Yet morning's bright light tomorrow

Sunny photos, noon time shadow

No, no, no, don't say no, nor never

Like the sun and moon we'll stay together

We'll create our own good weather

Living, leaving joy forever.

-ends-

My Tooth's Life Expectancy. Comical poem 744 by Angela Lansbury

 

My dear friends, I must tell the truth

My problem is a broken tooth

A hole won't bite, it doesn't chew

It does no good for me, nor you

Lost molar teeth will not be missed

They do not stop you being kissed

They're not on anyone's wish list

But they bring business to dentists

The dentist smiles 'though I look glum

A root canal costs a large sum

You pay more if it's quickly done

You're sedated, so you can't run

 

Holes do not help you smile, you pout

Things could get worse, I have no doubt

Why does a loose tooth hang about?

I hope that it will not fall out!

I've searched around the internet

And haven't found the answer yet

Some of the options I have found

Best, composite filling; worst, a crown

Stop grinding teeth, what'll be will be

No alcohol, coffee, nor tea

Salt water gargle, soft as silk

And store the broken bit in milk

What more can I do, beside

Picking toothpaste with fluoride?

It's bad news my bones are crumbling

Life expectancy is tumbling

I asked a clairvoyant nearby

'How long before teeth and I die?

I'm eighty.' 'Twenty' was her reply.

'Good news,' I gasped. 'That's plenty!'

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How many years

Cutlery And Kitchen Troubles. Comical poem 743 by Angela Lansbury.

Mismatched cutlery. Photo by Angela Lsnsbury. Copyright.

 If only knives and forks could talk

And say I'm here each time they walk

I carefully buy complete sets

But where I've put them I forget

The saucepans pile up on the floor

Until we can't reach cupboard doors

We both agree we don't need more

He loses lids, and then buys more!

And then we lose the toaster tongs

The bread is stuck, the meal's gone wrong

The toast is cold, I'm getting old

I wish food would do what it's told

We finish clearing, washing up

Too late I find my favourite cup

Why home cook? There's so much to do!

It tastes good, and makes us feel new.

-ends-

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The Best Bed. Comical poem number 742 by Angela Lansbury.

 

I sink into my lovely bed

Soft pillows welcome tired head

The firm mattress gives me support

Promotes constructive thought, I hope

Here I can stretch, wiggle my toes

Rotate my head, and rub my nose

My desk and chair it must be said

Great by day, can't compete with bed

One day you're born, sick, well, or dead

Meanwhile, enjoy breakfast in bed

A new mattress, but keep the frame

So your old bed fakes looks the same

Sort out ideas, yawn, plan schemes

With confidence realise dreams

Turn electric blankets off, on

Night clothes worn until seams torn 

Are sheets designed to cause a fight?

Pulled to the left and then the right

Although tucked in with all your might

Refuse to stay fixed all the night

Electric levers raise the foot

I lift my legs and exercise

One day we'll do it with AI

By voice, I hope no seeing eye 

The bedroom door can open wide

Or hide your precious things inside

Shut window, curtains, dress on door

Bookshelf, lampshade, shoes, carpet floor

The duvet warm where you can hide

The naughty thoughts you keep inside

A refuge for coughs, from the cold

Haven for couples, young and old

A place to lay small girls or boys

Hug mum then snuggle with soft toys

Enjoy deep sleep, then leap refreshed

Leave bed, see day, dress, be your best.

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Beautiful Bubbles. Comical poem 741 by Angela Lansbury.

 

A mother bought her little boy

A small box hiding a liquid soap toy

She blew through a wire wand to make bubbles

Which blew away all her day's troubles

He chased the bubbles down the street

Colliding with the feet he'd meet

But they all smiled and shared the joy

Of the tiny, wondering boy

A simple task at little cost

Made short-lived bubbles, silent, burst

New ones replaced those which were lost

To join rainbow dreams of the past

She gave a smile to passers-by

Which swept away their pothole sighs

As each new bubble floated high

To make a new world in shared sky.

Creating bubbles floating high

To white clouds drifting through blue sky

To blow away far away troubles

In a new fragile, magic world of bubbles.

-ends-

I saw a lady with a child in the street. I presumed she had just bought from a nearby convenience store. Online you can buy from

Amazon a 6 pack for birthday parties, fillers for going home bags, brand Abeec (and many more similar)

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0842VR1RS

Small containers contain a wand in each one. You can also buy big bubble blowing dispensers.

For teachers of large classes for science, or parties, it would be cheaper to make your own large quantity.

https://kidsdiscover.com/teacherresources/bubbles-for-kids/#:~:text=A%20bubble

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I Love Curves. Comical.poem 740 by Angela Lansbury.

White birds on red background. Duvet cover. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 I love circles, spirals and curves

Homes with domes  mansions with columns 

Chocolate eggs, fairy cakes and muffins, 

Bracelets  bangles, bows. and sequins

Baby faces, tiny heroes,

Tiny toenails, eyes, and hearts

Baseball caps and big sombreros

Hearts, eyes, cleavage, body parts.

I love the sun, the moon, bird wings

Rainbows, Yellow suns. And white moons.

I love candles. And door handles.

Blowing bubbles. Bright balloons.

Bird pattern duvet cover. Photo by Angela. Lansbury. Copyright.

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Night Noises, Day Noises Comical poem 739 by Angela Lansbury

 Late night license, midnight, after

Bars still open, people drinking, 

Smoking in streets, glasses clinking

Music playing, distant laughter

Then gardens and the parks grow dark

The streets just give a gentle hum

But in brains our thoughts still churning

Like bright light of fire burning

Poets writing, speakers typing

Artists drawing, sleepers snoring

Toilets flushing, wakers creeping

Football singing, raindrops falling

Birds are singing, doorbells ringing

Alarms buzzing, foxes and bats

Spiders and flies, mice and rats

Buses rumbling, children calling 

Traffic hooting, helicopters

Overhead is a police plane

Taps are dripping, clocks are ticking, 

Radio pop songs play again.

Puddles glisten, if you listen

You can hear your beating heart

Old leaves dying, new babes crying

But every day's a great new start.

-ends-

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 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

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Noises Tuning Up 738 by Angela Lansbury

The silent house is full of noise

Created round the silent toys

The boiler makes a dreadful thump

A car door slammed and made me jump

The fridge is like an orchestra

The air is filled with ringing

The doctor says its tinnitus

Like deaf Beethoven singing

 

A noise on a chocolate paper

In Greece was just a spider

Maybe a gecko in a shoe

Nocturnal cats have lots to do

In olden days they blamed a ghost

The letter box, the early post

The milkman, an electric car

A distant train, a cow, dog, war

But I rejoice at the world's voice

That I can hear what's near round here

Mechanical and living things

All out of tune, but try to sing

Read my words written on a page

I hear them declaimed on a stage

The songs outside, echo songs inside

My teeth grind like a great train ride.

-ends-

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Poetry Pets & Pests

Angela's Alarming Animal poems

Poetry Workbook

 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

My books are on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, and Lulu.com

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I Must Tell You My Mad Dreams. Comical poem 737 by Angela Lansbury

 I dreamed I was on a busy holiday

When I was still at home

I dreamed of a joyful crowded wedding

When I slept in silence all alone

I dreamed of a giant puzzle

Where I solved all the clues

I dreamed of worldwide peace songs

When all the papers tell bad news

I dreamed of jolly conversations

With my parents now long dead

I have a cinema play non-stop films

Inside my tiny, muddled head

I dreamed I wrote a library

I wrote only twenty, plus unpublished books

I dreamed I'd filled a chocolate shop 

Although I almost never cook

I dreamed the clouds became balloons

Which filled a rainbow sky

Thousands of joyful running children

We both smiled, I don't know why

I woke and he told me his dream

He was proud to tell me nonsense

So now I've told all my mad dreams

My gift to the world, a recompense.

-ends-

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Poetry Pets & Pests

Angela's Alarming Animal poems

Poetry Workbook

 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

My books are on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, and Lulu.com

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Knock, Knock, Who's There? Comical poem 736 by Angela Lansbury.

Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock-knock - 'Who's there?'

It's a stranger, better beware

A single, couple, plain, but odd

I do not wish to change my God

Don't get me started, not today

Although in debates I'm hearty

I don't want to change, with strangers 

My secret vote for my party

I won't tell if I like vegans

Or choose kosher or halal meat

I don't want to buy fruit or fish, 

Or to reveal which food I eat 

I am not keen on trick or treat

Please don't knock on the locked front door

Then run away, it makes your day

It's fun, until you see a gun

Angela Lansbury with the Singapore flag. Photo by Trevor Sharot.

In Singapore it is not allowed

To go around knocking on doors

Laws scared me, my first year out there

Thirty years on, I give applause.

-ends-

Money, more or less. Comical poem 735 by Angela Lansbury.

 

I wonder where my money goes

I'm careful when I buy new clothes

On ebay, sales, and discount stores

I find a bargain, then buy more

It's the same when buying meat

Spend less, but still one has to eat

Here's the answer to life's riddle

Some will fiddle, some shop in Lidl

Chocolates, everyone knows

Can be bought from good old Marks

A little luxury from Waitrose

Sequinned clothes, and Prosecco sparks.

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Poetry Pets & Pests

Angela's Alarming Animal poems

Poetry Workbook

 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

My books are on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, and Lulu.com

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Truths Questioned In Second Childhood. Comical poem 734 by Angela Lansbury.

 When I was only eight years old

I discovered to my surprise

That the parents I had trusted

Had told me lots of silly lies

Firstly, a puzzle, something strange 

I learned when five, six or seven

Baby Jesus was born to mother Mary

By our father, Christmas, in heaven

We prayed, and wrote, to our father

Who lived most of the year up there

Not with horse power but reindeer

In December drove to malls here

Then, worse, my granny, dearly loved

Who when I looked could not be found

Wasn't in holiday heaven

But buried deep under the ground

But when I had reached eleven

I could clearly think and reason

Biology, geography

The sun, moon, stars - and the season

Just when I thought I'd sorted it

And saw summer was in July

But Australia, down under

Was upside down. No-one knew why

Now that I'm old I'm still confused

Why did dear God send coughs and colds?

Why do the Chinese speak Chinese

And not say thank you and yes please?

Why do we waste money on wars?

Why are some good people such bores?

Why do rich people like to camp?

Send answers on a postage stamp.

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Dreaming Of Sequins. Comical poem 733 by Angela Lansbury

 

Sequins, large and small, pink and green. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I'm dreaming of gleaming sequins

Sparkly and flashy, perky as robins 

As rich as fake furs and ermine

Clothes for kings, chaplains and captains

You have nothing to lose by taking a cruise

Just be quiet about your diet

Eat and drink anything you choose

The menu - and dress code, are today's vital news

Cruse ships with space for smart cabins

With basins and hooks for hanging up oilskins

Swim in for drink in, then discos and dancing  

Swing in for sit ins and join in loud sing-ins

Dressed for the buffet, and grand cabaret

Eat enough food to last seven days

Teens deserting jeans for muslin, jerkins, poplins

Feathers and flounces deserving of praise

Sweet demure virgins see kissing cousins

Clowns, harlequins, fancy dress  - dozens

Napkins in rings, blinis and gherkins

Chickens from kitchens, pumpkins, then muffins 

After dinner, shake and shimmer

Better than pink gin, you always win

Like music on a violin

Dance in a disco and you'll stay thin

'Where have you been?'

'I've been out shopping'

Woollens soft as lambskins

Purses tough as pigskin

Not thrown in dustbins

Rescued by ragged urchins

Not clothes for goblins

For their spells and wild sins

Swimming, leaping, diving like dolphins

Slip out of swimsuits, borrow safety pins 

Enjoying tiffin, argue about vaccines

Jasmin or lupin handwash, aromas, perfumes

Heady like mountains and fountains

Like sov(e)reigns paid gold sovereigns

More mood-lifting than aspirins

Soothing like wearing moccasins

A sparkling, flittering sequin

As helpful as a vitamin

Energises like an endorphin

A magic mental medicine

Feminine, masculine

Guarded by the faerie Queen

The gaudiest, and loveliest

Sequins I have ever seen

In blue, green, pink and magenta

Silver, gold, red and fuschia

Taste, smell, hear and see the pleasure

In sequin's electric treasure.

-ends-

I typed in sequins, origin of the word, and other words for sequins, then up popped a website giving words which rhymed with sequins. So many of them that I had to write a poem, only slightly absurd.

https://www.wordhippo.com/what-is/words-that-rhyme-with/sequins.html

Clothes For Valentine's Day. Comical poem 732 by Angela Lansbury

Name a few things you can't resist

Chocolates, roses, your hand kissed 

I'm excited seeing sequins

I'm delighted buying bargains

In romantic candle-lit rooms

Slowly breathing in heady perfumes

Sparkling water, wine or Champagne

Bubbles say I love you again!

If you still need a Valentine

Find one who wants to pass the time

Match-making at singles dinners

Propose marriage, wedding winners

One day this thought climbed in my head

At my age I ought to be wed

Dating singles was not fun

With number two practise wedding one

I must admit that I'm surprised

We're still here fifty years done

Although we argue every hour

We make coffee and carry on

The secret is to send good wishes

Hand-made cards and do the dishes

Good wishes to all Valentines

Hope yours will last as long as mine.

-ends-

I changed 

Hope yours will be as good as mine

to

Hope yours will last as long as mine

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The Bus Driver In The Rain. Comical poem 731 by Angela Lansbury

Open top hop-on Hop-off Bus big-bus.com  and National Express intercity coach on a rainy day.

I'm waiting, in rain, for a bus 

It seems like waiting bloody hours

Long enough to wilt my flowers

Chat to strangers, don't make a fuss. 

I never moan nor do I cuss. 

It's not a late plane, just a bus

Great colour, yellow, blue or red

So I'll think happy thoughts instead.

Hello, here comes my lovely bus

It's such a beautiful big bus

I smile at all glum bus drivers

They and I are all survivors

Traffic jam delays, driving rain

Despite bus lanes, each day's the same

So, don't waste time in complaining

Work, smile all day, go round, again.

The best passengers say, 'Thank you

Driver!' You would never believe

How many, cheery, wave and smile

'Bye, bus driver!' as they leave.

-ends-

Money Secrets Revealed: comical poem 730 by Angela Lansbury

New hats and clothes give us a thrill

Our heart sinks when we see the bill

Money comes in, quickly goes out

Like sweet honey, won't hang about 

Window cleaners give house a fizz

No point in taking references

On every count they're bound to fail

They gladly tell shock tales of gaol

The government and common man

All follow one same simple plan

Here's a clue into what they do

Spend! Me first, family - last you

Glum accountants keep our accounts

Warns we, and they, spent large amounts

'The world's debts will end in sorrow.' 

'Spend today - we'll die tomorrow!'

-ends-

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About Angela Lansbury - my books of poetry

Poetry Pets & Pests

Angela's Alarming Animal poems

Poetry Workbook

 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

My books are on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, and Lulu.com

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My Sequin Trail: comical poem 729 by Angela Lansbury

I bought a silver sequin skirt

To match my smart red sequin top

I planned to sew more on a hat

I ordered more in a job lot

I did not need them, for I found

My skirt dropped sequins on the ground

I could not stop the moulting top

From growing sequins like snowdrops

My skirt's dropping glinting sequins 

In every room where I go

If I commit the smallest crime 

The dumbest detective will know

Like Greek myth creatures in a maze

They'll follow all my dozy ways

In restaurants, malls and small shops

More well-dressed ladies also drop

On New Year's Eve, in discoteques

Plus places you would not expect

Teens seek attention on the trains

Like rainbows in drains when it rains

I've found them near, I've found them far

I've picked them up, stored in a jar

One day I'll have a great selection

In my precious free collection

I'll sew them on new clothes to wear

On caps and boots - braided in hair

Sequin delights I love to share.

So passers-by will stop and stare

They're colourful, washed clean, and free

Mirror the happy soul in me

Like dogs which stop to sniff a tree

Each tiny colour waves at me.

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I'm Glad I Wasn't There: comical poem 728 by Angela Lansbury

 I'm glad to say I wasn't there

When the hairdresser cut your hair

When bin men forgot to empty the bin

When the lounge ceiling fell in

I wasn't there when the British empire ruled

I hadn't even started school

I wasn't there in World War two

So I have got no beef with you

I'm glad to say I don't do law

Though I will witness what I saw

Not much happens and so I win

A day of peace in my kitchen.

-ends-

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Poetry Pets & Pests

Angela's Alarming Animal poems

Poetry Workbook

 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

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Readers and Doers: comical poem number 727 by Angela Lansbury

 Some folks don't buy books for themselves

To give themselves a laugh or lift

They just by books at Christmas time

For children and neighbours as gifts

They never read to help themselves

Ask a chemist of doctor for health

Why pay, the NHS is free

And use a bank if you have wealth

The cleaner never reads my books

Nor asks me, 'What is life's meaning?'

She simply asks, 'When am I paid?'

Then gets busy with the cleaning.

-ends-

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Poetry Pets & Pests

Angela's Alarming Animal poems

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 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

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Night Noise, In Bed, In My Head comical poem number 726 by Angela Lansbury

 Today, not guilty, glad to say

Last night not me who was snoring

Some else suffered from a cold

I was awake - bed was boring

So I leapt from my comfy bed

Thoughts circling round my useful head

I worried we'd be sick, late, broke

I gave the snorer one more poke

Sudden silence - did he survive?

If not, my fault he's not alive

Will he wake, accusing, angry

Or just like me feeling hungry

I'm sleep deprived, early rising

Run to the tempting computer

But better write in a notebook

Escape time waste advertising

Ads promise you the quickest route

Last week's destination station

Reveal last one sales, and scandals

In a far off island nation

The latest perfect remedy

If my long straight hair were frizzy

Ten things which could kill everyone

If you're feeling fine or dizzy

Five things everyone ought eat

Over-weight? Or constipated?

Must see the world's top ten hotels

Loved loyal dogs, under-rated

I must not use the computer

There's too much depressing bad news

A million men, shouting marching

In 1600, the brave few

I've finished my pointless poem

Time to go back to my cold bed

I need more sleep, for energy

Too much to do, in my full head

My eyes are shutting, while sitting

So I'll flop down and try to sleep

Ignoring the gentle snoring

In my own dream, vivid but deep

I'm yearning for breakfast, morning, 

But my brain's busy and buzzing

We're working honey bees in hives

But here's a good sign - I'm yawning

I'm too busy to seek out gods, 

And ask them, 'What am I here for?'

I know. Fate gave me lots of jobs 

I've made today's long list of tasks.

-ends-

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 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

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You Are A Tube comical poem 725 by Angela Lansbury

Brunel statue on Paddington station in London, England. Photo by Angela Lansbury Copyright.

 We ride upon the London tube

Which carries crowds from place to place

We listen for the destination

Distracting noise, trip feet, frown face

Each body, too, is like a tube

Water drunk in, must then come out

Food follows like the circle line

Drops energy, and germs, no doubt

We scatter workers through the town

To break fast, lunch, and dine and sup

They say that what goes up comes down

When sick what went down comes up

Choose well where to spend day and night

If you go home, sit, watch telly

Drink too much wine, you sleep or fight

But drink beer, get a beer belly

Don't forgot what we should expect.

There's logic, warning, in the world

As science says, cause and effect

Maps, banners, signs, results unfurled.

-ends-

The London underground is called the tube because of the tunnels.

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Poetry Pets & Pests

Angela's Alarming Animal poems

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 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

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Whose Point Of View? comical poem number 724 by Angela Lansbury

Angela Lansbury, author, smiling with a large yellow smiley sculpture. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Please share photo and caption.

 

From a mosquito's point of view

The main purpose of me and you

Is to provide a tasty treat

Make sure it gets enough to eat

And from a worms eye point of view

The main purpose of me and you

Is to provide a feast for worms

Full of vitamins and nice germs

From a God's long term point of view

We are not put here to complain

About the rain, nor pray for rain

The water circles round again

From reincarnation's strange view

The next purpose of me and you

I'll see your view, then I'll be you

You'll see like me, and you'll be me.

-ends-

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 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

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What If: comical poem by Angela Lansbury number 723

When you are tired your mind plays tricks

Tormented by broke things to fix

Thoughts run, stumble, in a hurry

Drag a big file labelled worry

 

What if I went to bed tonight

Unwashed, but never woke up?

What if there were small but deep holes

Inside every glass and tea cup?

Who would make the breakfast for us

Do washing up? Should I prepare? 

Just my husband. Why should I care?

Not my problem. I won't be there.

What if there were poisons

In all chocolate, sweets and cakes?

A tragedy for you and me

Like fake sugar. But we'd lose weight.

What if the day after I died

None of my great poems were read?

I would never know and grieve

I'd be dead, at peace, empty head

But my dear mother always said

Don't cry for strangers far away

Don't make yourself unhappy, dear

Leave yesterday, enjoy today

Think: what if I were praised? Famous?

What if I made a million smile!

Then writing this one ten a.m.

Would all have been really worthwhile

What if I found my dried up pen

Years on, and read this all again

And said, gosh, was this really mine?

I was already clever then!

What happens later, no-one knows

I'll leave behind such pretty clothes

Satins and silk, ribbons and bows

A garden with a perfumed rose

So I shall write about delight

Before I quench the bedside light

Rest in the darkness of kind night

Help my eyes close in soft repose.

-ends-

I changed the line

I was rather clever back then

to read

I was already clever then.

I changed daylight to bedside light. 

I changed 

Let my eyes close in sweet repose

to read

Help my eyes close in sweet repose.

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Poetry Workbook

 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

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Tea For Three With Me: comical poem number 722 by Angela Lansbury

Breakfast

Traditional English breakfast

Porridge oats, sugar or honey

Then baked beans, egg and bacon grill

Hotels give this thrill, for money

For daily grub go to the pub

Avoiding big hotels' big bills

Choose sausages and black pudding

Fried potato, and tomato

Lunch

For lunch you could choose a Scotch egg

Sardines on toast, a healthy fish

Fish and chips is what we like most

Sundays Yorkshire pud with beef roast

If you're adding roast potatoes

Careful. You'd better keep quiet

Please don't spoil my good gourmet day

By reminding me to diet

For weekday lunch we have salad

And smoked salmon in a bagel

Supermarket sushi, garlic

We buy half price when we're able

Tea

Each afternoon we stop at four

Or four thirty, or even five

By which time we're yawning and tired

Need food and drink to stay alive

Tea time in London"s any time

No longer always Earl Grey tea

We drink hot coffee, apple juice

Lemon, ginget or mint for me

 If you've never had hot crumpets

Your gourmet life has not begun

If you"re offered two with butter

Please don't stick to half or just one

Scones feature in Cornish cream tea

Spread thick cream, then strawberry jam

Some say you should put jam on first

Avoid arguing, if you can

We sometimes choose a restaurant

But most of our food's home made

We make brown bread with seeds and nuts

Seville oranges marmalade

We clear the table, wash the dishes

And load the dishwashing machine

It does a very good job

Of keeping our plates sparkling clean

Dinner

Then it's time to lay the table

And get ready for dinner

For me, it's brussels sprouts

Chicken and chips is a winner.

Plates of steak, add English mustard

Chocolate pudding, with custard

Christmas pudding, then easter eggs

Build balloon tums and tree trunk legs

Tea Tomorrow

I hope you'll come to tea with me

But I must tell you with sorrow

I ate the last baklava and chocolate

My fruit diet starts tomorrow.

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