Saturday, September 5, 2026

The Toy Mouse In The House. Poem Number 850 by Angela Lansbury


Sleeping Unicorn Shoes. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


 Once upon a time, not so very long ago

In a house with big windows lived a happy. little girl

She wore a pink, princess dress, and shoes which looked like unicorns

And had hair with plaits, a fringe, and two long curls


She liked to write the alphabet

And numbers to a hundred, in a large white book

And draw flowers, and houses, colour people with black hair

Eat strawberries, do gymnastics, and microwave cook


She lived in a tall house with steep stairs and red chairs

At school she had lots of friends with yellow, brown, black and red hair

She climbed on frames in the park until it got dark

Walked home past shops with windows around a curvy bend


On a holiday, grandparents took her out for the day

To a sandy beach by a lake, with a pirate ship

She rode on a tiny train which went out, and back again

Then she had a big white ice cream and ate every bit


At bedtime her parents would read her a book

With pictures in rainbow colours, red, orange, yellow, green and blue

Some of the pictures told funny, silly stories

But the best books told you things which you knew were true


Her favourite book was about a mouse

Which had lived in Egypt, thousands of years ago

It was terrified of a tall, black statue of a cat

Which stood by a pyramid, near where the Nile River flows


She imagined the descendants of that small, scared mouse

Lived in the field by the forest, far behind her house

Near to the river, but far from the sea

Where they ran about freely, under a tall tree


At night she dreamed she held, for them, a birthday party

She prepared, cleaned the house, swept, then would bake

Wrap ribbons, tie bows on bead bracelet gifts for dolls and toys

And share with the small mice a nice, large, cheesecake birthday cake


She slept soundly all through the night

When all her fears of monsters drifted on clouds far away

So she woke to see the rain stopped, just lovely sunlight

So she could play outside on a great weekend day


Each day ends with dreams of curved moons and straight sunlight rays

Or playing outside by swings on a great weekend day

Her fearful monsters shrank, and floated off, on clouds far away

She slept soundly all night to end a satisfying day.

-ends- 

Inspired by my extended family. The sandy beach, pirate ship and train were at Ruislip Lido in North West London, England, UK.

A child's bedtime story ideally has soothing sounds and lots of monotonous repetition to lull you to sleep, and ends with an image of somebody sleeping.

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Tuesday, September 1, 2026

The Lovely Light. Comical poem 849 by Angela Lansbury

 


At night I'm thankful for the moon

But when day comes I'll love the sun

Next day in the hopeful morning

I'm glad to see fresh light's dawning


All day the sun, the same old sun

My same old words, new faces I teach

Each lesson, day, another one

New face, old words, same rules I teach




I like the candle which I rolled

Instead I use electric light

I love the light, so bright and white

The helpful light extends day's fun.

Feet and Toes. Comical Song 848 by Angela Lansbury.




Here's a story you should know

I said hello to my big toe

I have five toes on both my feet

Five plus five is ten, that's so neat


My big toe said I have a twin

We look alike, we're long and thin

Or short and fat, depending how

We stand and how you think of that


I must ask a simple question

I always really want to know

What time is it, do we start now

Where are we going to go?


I have four little friends

They always like to follow me

We like to go out for a walk

Until we stop somewhere for tea


I shall tell you my life story

I've always stayed close to my twin

We're similar but opposites

You may think that I look like him


I'm a very forward person

And I always step out first

Wherever I go, he'll follow

But I mostly get there first.


I like to walk but not to talk

I like to dance, I like to climb

I like shoes and socks and climbing rocks

And having a good time


My friend the head directs me

The head tells me where to go

But the head says I am important

And smiles at me, so that I know.


I may be hidden in a shoe

But I am always there for you

Ready to leap out of your bed

All through life help you get ahead.

-ends-

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Monday, August 31, 2026

AI Challenges Comical poem 847 by Angela Lansbury.

 


Querty keyboard, photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


There's such a fuss about AI

Typing, and books, they, too, were new

I wonder why such an outcry

But sad to say I have a clue


When you are faced with something new

At first you don't know what to do

Challenges big, benefits few

But mobile phones now stick like glue


I love AI and join the queue

But who wrote this, me, it or you?

If I'd briefed it, said what to do

I'd share the credit, that is true.

-ends-

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Sunday, August 30, 2026

Night Without Light. Comical Poem 846 by Angela Lansbury

 I knew the time was three a.m.

Everything was dark again

When I wake at night and everything's dark

Darker than trees in a closed park


Darker than streets without any lights

Darker than moonless, cloud-free nights

Darker than oceans of endless deep

Darker than nights of dreamless sleep


So dark that all birds and cats are asleep

Even emails and whatsapp are scared to bleep

Somewhere out there the hiding stars

Like clouds, work done, have all gone home


Leaving me here, all alone

What to wear tomorrow? I can't decide

Every useful thought has died

Even the luminous shoes are hiding


So dark I can't see a single dress

But the lack of light banishes distress

Because everything matches, what could I lack?

My perfect wardrobe's all matching black


All's black as coal in a coal-black sack

The files and socks, the silent clock

But I can tell it's 3 am

Because my black sheets call me back again


I looked for good illustrations

About my poem on black night

I like to end text with happy thoughts

You can't see pictures - they're all white.


Next day in the morning

I can see  that light is dawning

I still need to put on a light

I love the light, so bright and white



At night I'm thankful for the moon

But when the day comes I love the sun

I like the candle which I rolled

Electric light extends day's fun.

-ends-

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Extended with the last two verses on Tuesday September 1st 2026.

I rolled the candle at the Headstone event on bank holiday Monday, the previous day.

I have added it as a separate poem.



Friday, August 28, 2026

Easy German Words With Memory Aids poem 845 by Angela Lansbury


 Flag of the international language, Interlingua. From Wikipedia.

Now German sounds like English
Italian sounds like Spanish
And Latin sounds like Greek
Although some old words vanish

Brand names bring them back
To remind us of words we lack

A gurtel is a girdle
A krawatte is a tie
So many words like English
Have you ever wondered why?

We have words which come from Latin
And words which come from Greek
And the French say le weekend
What a helpful way to speak

Some words are international
I'm sure you know them well
There's computer, and taxi
And menu, whisky, and hotel

Interlingua is a language
Made of words which are well known
But Esperanto sticks to simple rules
Is widely spoken, better known

I want to be bilingual
So I practise every day
At least I can understand and nod
On my next holiday.

-ends-

Gurtel - belt (like girdle)

die Krawette - tie (tie die, die Krawatte; pronounced like cravat, but written with a w like wursht sausage)

Schal - scarf / like shawl


English - German

belt (like girdle) - Gurtel

scarf / like shawl - Schal

 tie (tie die, die Krawatte; pronounced like cravat, but written with a w like wursht sausage) die Krawette 

Useful Websites On International Words

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interlingua

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Going Back, The Good Old Days Don't Look The Same. Comical Poem 844 by Angela Lansbury.

I go back, good old days have gone

Babies are men, life has moved on

The shops have changed, staff rearranged

Paths motorways, are not the same


The elderly have all passed on

Those teeny cute wild flowers gone

Small houses all doubled in size

That 'stupid' child's now worldly-wise


Dahlias like sunflowers when you're small 

Are gardens buried in concrete

The small cafe has gone away

Italians - kebabs in each street


The teens have married and grown fat

The Dads have all gone bald and old

The teens are wearing caps not hats

No skiing, it's no longer cold


Acorns tall trees, or jungles wild

And yet, some things are better now

The Satnav takes me to the town

I'm never lost with new know how

Fresh fruit - oranges. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


The supermarket offers me

Fresh fruit all seasons from afar

Trikes are replaced by bikes for hire

Maps, languages are on the wire


So going back is not the same

Summers are warmer, not wetter

In truth, I should praise and not blame

On balance, my life now's better.

-ends-

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