The Good Listener. Comical poem number 786 by Angela Lansbury.

 

Do you feel that you ought to speak

You've said just proverbs all the week

And when you get a chance to say

What you think, you say cliches

It doesn't matter what you do

If great invention's not for you

Everyone needs one who listens

Small neighbours, big politicians

For many speak and just tell lies

No-one says so until he dies

So kudos goes to you and me

Who didn't say, yes I agree

Some are tall and some are small

Some are wall flowers, some are the wall

Some rise, and speak, and shout, then fall

And the wise ones say nothing at all.

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Sleepless, Sleepy, Slept comic poem 227 by Angela Lansbury

Four poster bed in the Old Bridge Hotel. Photo by Angela Lansbury. copyright.

Old proverbs tell you what is true

Eternal truths kick me and you

Like kind mother, helpful teacher

God's stern rules, persistent preacher

 

You can't burn candles at both ends

Stayed up late? You must make amends

Sleep tight! Alas I woke at night

I hope oversleep puts clocks right

Do I need eight, full hours, or more?

Upright in planes, or on the floor?

I should be grateful I'm in bed

But thoughts fight battles in my head

No borrower nor lender be

The person who I cheat's me.

Last night I used my time awake

Then shut my eyes, ignored day break

Will I be turned back at heaven

Because I slept to eleven?

No matter, I passed one life's test

I made sure I got eight hours' rest.

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