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Wednesday, August 23, 2023

Long Ago, by Angela Lansbury comic country song 208

 I heard of a gang

I read of them, too

They were nothing like me

They were nothing like you


They were nothing like you

They were nothing like you

They were nothing like you

They were nothing like you


They were not like my father

They were not like my mother

They were not like my sister

They were not like my brother


They were not like my brother

They were not like my brother

They were not like my brother

They were not like my brother


I went out and saw them

And I was dismayed

The tall one walked to me

And I was afraid


And I was afraid

And I was afraid

And I was afraid

And I was afraid


He told me, 'Stop walking!

I fancy a chat.

The leader said, 'Sister -

What are you staring at!'


I said, ' 'cos you're different!

I whipered, 'Dear stranger,

Tell me, am I safe here

Or am I in danger!'


You look like my father\

You look like my mother

You look like my sister

You look like my brother


Yet, you are special

You've a big reputation

You\re making changes

You've changing our nation


He smiled, 'Yes. Thank you.

I'm sure you are right.

Now you go safe home

And have a great night


'Wait! You can't walk alone

I'll see you safe home

No, don't walk alone

I'll see you safe home


We're passing my house\

Why don't you step in it

To see where I'm from

Just for one minute.'


Now we kept on talking

So I got home late

Don't tell my secret

Only you know my fate


Now I am married

And I have a child

I hope he\ll grow up good

And not grow up wild


People look at my son

Then they look away

I hear them whisper

I don't care what they say


He looks nothing like me

He looks nothing like you\

But he talks just like us

We all know that's true


What do strangers say?

What do strangers know?

When they ask, I reply

'It was so long ago!'


Yes, once in a while

I've heard what they said

Remember that wild one?

D\you think he is dead


Sometimes, bold ones persist,

\What do you know?

I smile, and shrug, 'Nothing

It was so long ago


He was not like my father

He was not like my mother

He was not like my sister

He was not like my brother


I really don't know

It was so long ago

I simply don't know

It was so long ago


But I could not forget

I searched the internet

He was wrinkled and old

Our young love had gone cold


When they ask me I say

I simply don't know

It was so long ago

It was so long ago.

-ends-



I wrote this whilst listening to Country songs on a Singapore Airlines flight.

What others insicents incluenced the story line?

Firsly, lots of gangs in the news.

After my mother died I found my parent's wedding certificate which said that my mother was a widow. That was necessary, otherwise her second marriage would have looked like bigamy. I asked my father if he or my mother had ever remembered or spoken about her previous marriage. He shruged and said, 'No. It was so long ago.'

The last line of each verse should be repeated as a chorus by the audience. I started typing the choruses but it was making the poem/song too long and was too tiring to type so I stopped it.

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Friday, July 14, 2023

Laughter with Loudon, and after, Comic Poem 198






 Yesterday's yesterday

I heard that Loudon passed away

Predictive text killed me next

It said that London passed away


Yes, the day before yesterday

When I heard that he'd been taken

Although not unexpected

At 96, we were shaken


And yet, and yet, and yet, and yet

In a very little while

His portrait and life history

I wrote, began to make me smile


Instead of a friendship's ending

I thought how encounters would begin

I always had a wary smile

As I listened to grinning him


Just hearing his name makes me smile

I see his teeth and hear his laugh

Any time a chat with him

Would make things better, not half!


And so, although he's passed away

I think about him more each day

Loudon, dear, Loudon dear

He has not gone, he's vividly here


Is there a lesson for me and you?

For all the world, or just us two?

To cope when someone's passed away

Just remember their happiest day


And when the worst comes to the worst

If I go first, or you go first

Remember comforting things you've been taught

To think of the good times, and laughter, think happy thoughts.

-ends-

Written on Friday 14th July 2023, in memory of my neigbour Loudon Parkin, who passed awy on Wednesday 12rh July 2023, aged 96.

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