Tuesday, March 17, 2026

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-



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