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Showing posts with label blueberry. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Holidays, Hotels, Homes, Husbands - The Opposite Of What You'd Expect comic poem 650 by Angela Lansbury

Pretty Riversides - Insects Beside

 The good is often bad and the bad's good

Things don't turn out the way you think they should

Those cute hotels perched by fly riversides

Attract unwary diners, backless brides


Attractive Perfume On Holiday

My flower perfume attracts mosquitos

In New Zealand as ev'ry Kiwi knows

You need to wear long sleeves and covered toes

Ugly, triple layer, repellent clothes


Homes By Sweet Streams

And if your house stands beside a sweet stream

Life's not the pretty dream which it might seem

It's dangerous to toddlers, backing cars

And drunks who walk out watching up there stars


Lovely Lakes - Fun For Dog Detectives

Rivers and lakes look lovely in the day

Until at night a car misses the way

Long after parents die, children dry tears

Dogs find six drowned wrecks, after sixty years


Growing Fig Trees - Like Jack & The Beanstalk

And my small fig tree which refused to grow

For years had only one small fig to show

Wrong kind of figs, small, hard, only for stew

Now giant fig tree shoves our home askew


Fruit - Tasteless Blueberries & Tasty Strawberries

The blueberries we think will be a treat

Have no taste, though they are easy to eat

Bright red strawberries are hard as we fear

Yet really tasty, one week of the year

Fruit - strawberries, raspberries and blueberries,. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Hopeless Or Helpful Husbands

I married late, I thought worst of the bunch

Grumpy husband, gave hugs, made lovely lunch


 The good is often bad and the bad's good

Things often don't end how you thought they would.

-ends-

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Tuesday, August 6, 2024

Bedtime Story - Home and Away Day Post 451b revision of comic poem 451 by Angela Lansbury

 Life's more fun when you're big, and three

Climb stairs, stand on chairs, feel at home

Open the top fridge on your own

You can reach strawberries for tea!


She likes to eat a blueberry

For breakfast, lunch, dinner and tea

She eats a stoned olive, takes two

Frowns, thinks of handing one to you


Her little shoes are on the floor

A pair beside the big front door

We ask her, 'Dear, whose are these shoes?

These pretty shoes, reds, pinks and blues?'


She picks up a shoe, she smiles and says

'This shoe is mine!' That shoe is mine!'

She opens the door. Weather's fine

Ready!. Let's go . Have a good time

 

Her favourite outing's a nearby park

She loves swings, ropes and the long slide

We leave to get home before it's dark

Then she sleeps on a short car ride (possible ending at bedtime!)


Little Ava has lots of friends

With birthday parties most weekends

But when she has a day that's free

She goes out with her family


She likes to eat with family

Sit on sofas to watch TV

Twice small Ava rode on a boat

Her life jacket can float, on sea

Child wearing life jacket. Photo from Sharot Family. Copyright.


 Little Ava has lots of friends

With birthday parties most weekends

But when she has a day that's free

She's out, or in, with family.

-ends-

Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Ava's Weekend Boat Fun comic poem number 451 by Angela Lansbury

Life is fun when you're big, and three

You can reach strawberries for tea


Open the top fridge on your own

You climb on chairs and feel at home


 Little Ava has lots of friends

With birthday parties at weekends

But when she has a day that's free

She goes out with her family


Sometimes it's to a nearby park

So they get home before it's dark

She loves swings, ropes and the long slide

Then she sleeps on a short car ride


She likes to eat a blueberry

For breakfast, lunch, dinner or tea

She likes to eat an olive, too

And thinks of handing one to you


She likes to eat with family

Sit on sofas to watch TV

Twice small Ava rode on a boat

In a life jacket, on the sea

Child wearing life jacket. Photo from Sharot Family. Copyright.


Her little shoes are on the floor

A pair beside the big front door

We ask her, 'Dear, whose are these shoes?

These pretty shoes, reds, pinks and blues?'


She picks up a shoe, she frowns and says

'This shoe is mine!' That shoe is mine!'

She opens the door. Weather's fine

She's ready to have a good time


 Little Ava has lots of friends

With birthday parties at weekends

But when she has a day that's free

She goes out with her family.

-ends-

To get the right number of syllables, eight per line, I changed going out to go out.

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