Fabulous Food For the Festive Season comical poem 703 by Angela Lansbury

 It is always good 

To talk about food

A little something

To make you feel good

I like to chatter

About foods which matter

You ought to eat healthily

Even if you're not wealthy

Some food makes you fatter

Like sugar and batter

Whilst salads will slim you

To fit clothes which flatter

I start with something

That's good for my heart

A grapefruit with red cherry

Some like sherry to make merry

I like a Prosecco

From warm Italy

Or a Cava from Spain

Or Champagne's fine by me

We like to eat fish

Three times weekly, a dish

We never forget

To add some courgettes

And we're never mean

With well-cooked aubergine

I praise the good cook

For the care which he took

Potato in its jacket

Is easy to bake

Soy sauce in a packet

A minor mistake

End with a surprise

Christmas pud, or mince pies

At three, the king's speech

Will he praise, thank, teach or preach?

For high tea, Christmas cake

If we're all still awake

We'll all diet, I believe

Until New Year's Eve.

I hope old friends will say

'You're looking good!'

And my husband won't quip 

'Like a Christmas pud!'

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Recycling comical poem number 565 by Angela Lansbury

 Every object and fabric has its use

We silent sewers must be outspoken

We growers save seeds from loss, that's abuse

Rescue brolly fabric when metal's broken

Saved umbrella covers. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

What is your home's look?  Your body's your home

Feed your mind with sugar, dates and honey

If you lose bone teeth get new plastic ones

Best are gold teeth which cost plastic money

Folks with high IQs live in confusion

In fiction, art, and imagined heaven

No one dares say religion's delusion

Mine's perfect, yours twat, why can't all see that?

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Today's Tomorrow comic poem by Angel Lansbury number .474..

 I had such a delightful day 

With family, old and new friends

Sweet food and good thoughts flowed my way

Who'd want such a sweet day to end

But when with shock I saw the clock

Careless joy was turned to sorrow

What I thought was early today

Already early tomorrow 

I must protect body and head

Be good always do the right thing

Tiptoe to welcome soft-hard bed

Remove glittery rhinestone rings

Green fish ring. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I let myself sink in a dream

Where soothing nonsense words are heard 

Where mud seem to be bright and clean

Magic glamour of the absurd

All jumbled up was my whole week

I'd fallen in a coffee cup

Maybe my toe caught in the sheet

Over sugar rocks, I climbed up

In dreams I'm young and I am bold

Although my right leg's feeling cold

And I forget I'm getting old

Tomorrow will be good I'm told

I happily made my escape

Out of my bed, grab, I'm falling

The light told me it was daybreak

Hot breakfast croissant was calling

Well, life moves on, what can I say

Tomorrow now is yesterday

'though its tomorrow's now today

Hurray, future's still far away.

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The title is ambiguous. It could mean the tomorrow of today, or the tomorrow is today.

I need to protect my body and head - more than my eight syllable pattern, I must protect body and head - that's eight syllables.

Dreaming Of A Childhood Garden

White house rose garden.

 

Last night I dreamed my life again Night dreams should sort and right day's wrong Your hopes and wishes, fogs and fears Muddled bad cleared, like a good song I wiped the haze and rainy daze Dreamt of flowers, back in London Like my childhood, sunlit, unfazed Walking in an English garden Curtains let in light to wake you Green grass, green oaks, and a blue sky Cool dew, long paths lead to new views Red rose bushes grow up eye high Yesterday I saw butterflies Changi airport, an oasis You think you're reborn, no-one dies Papers reveal Zika's crises Far from leaves and far from green grass Our plane jolts down in neon Hong Kong Skyscrapers soothe changing colours Air-conditioned, what could go wrong? Too many crowds, too much litter Live fish in tanks, dead on our plate There no fresh fruit, too much sugar We've flown, we're tired, it's getting late That's why I dreamed my life again Night dreams should sort out right from wrong Like rose scents which last one hour I'm a curled and coloured flower I wake refreshed to start my day I'm small but see friends in a while So all past cares have flown away I'm small but lift lives with my smile. Copyright Angela Lansbury September 1st 2016. Written after a trip from Singapore to Hong Kong.