Glittering Raindrops - Something Good Lives On comical poem 612 by Angela Lansbury

Angela Lansbury with umbrella in Singapore. Photo by Trevor Sharot.

Even when the rain never stops

You can see glitter in raindrops

There's something on sale in the shops

Reformed burglars and hero cops

In summer butterflies flutter by

Not worrying when they will die

Birds don't complain they're scared to fly

They don't waste time like you and I

I'm not looking for sympathy

I know others are worse than me

There's plenty who are stuck in bed

And millions more who've been long dead

I sew badly though I'm all thumbs.

Dumiddy dum Dumiddy dum 

Dumiddy dum Dumiddy dum 

The good news is that prunes are plums

Something good lives on

When the roses have fallen

Something good will come

Though right now the baby's bawling

Remember, remember

Roses last until September

Even if the snow's knee high

One day in grey sky December

Though you're not yet a millionaire

Your broken comb grows more hair, 

And you got the wobbly chair

Whose fault you've no clean clothes to wear?

Your umbrella broke in the pouring rain

Your torn jeans have torn again

But feeding triplets is a pain

And that's why you should not complain

You were serenaded with the wrong song

The freshly cooked food takes far too long

Some-one else fell for a con

Yet something good lives on

Though you write hit songs

But no one pays nor knows nor cares

Your hopes are sinking, more each hour

Like your bad investment shares

Something good lives on

And I wrote you this awful song

I promise it won't last too long

Yes, some small hope lives on

There's something simple all can do

Those mad as me and daft as you

Despite all lies one thing is true

One day each year the skies are blue

Something good lives on

Even in the silliest song

Something good lives on

Even when most answers are definitely wrong

Even if your joke falls flat

Or you trip on a not flat mat

Or a dirty puddle grabs your hat

And nine odd socks are in a muddle -

Something good lives on

Even when it all looks bad

There's no point in being sad

There must be one thing makes you glad

Something good lives on.

Today I'd rather not be me

I fumble like I bungle bee

I'm useless as a fallen tree

And yet, I'd rather still be me

There's one good thing to always say

Nasty thoughts please go away

I'd rather have a happy day when

Something good lives on.

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How To Be The Worst Man comical poem 611 by Angela Lansbury

 How to be the worst man

The worst groom and worst bride

We all can give advice on this

And a lots more beside

How to be the worst website

How to have the worst night

Start by reading the book's last line

How not to lose money, do accounts or write

How not to burn the toast

Or hurt the people you love most

How not to fall off a wall

How not to do anything at all.

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The Password Game comical poem number 000, actually 610, by Angela Lansbury

 Today we're going to play

The password game

On all the websites worldwide

The rules are just the same

Don't use the word passport

And do not use your name

To order food for dinner

You must be a password winner

I can't understand why

Some teenage whiz

Doesn't have a team of hackers

To tellme what my password is.

I dream I'll make my fortune

At least achiece modest fame

With this little poem called

The Password Game

But if I die tomrrrow

I realise with sorrow

My words won't be seen nor heard

If no-one has the password.

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A Drink Is As Good As A Wink comical poem 609 by Angela Lansbury

 

A sparkling drink's  good as a wink

It makes you say - um - what you think

The trouble is, when I've had fizz

Gee and tonic, I feel, gee whizz

When one Champagne goes to my head

I can't rmember what I said

No matter what we say and do

I hope the same applies to you

The trouble is - can't remember

But if a bystander's sober

They'll still remind me what I said

Next September, and October!

I make sure I am sitting down

I can't lurch, sway, or fall at all

If there's no writing on the wall

Next day I can deny it all

I stick to one drink, maybe two

Reject a third, I always do

When waiters re-fill glasses up

I'll pour mine in my coffee cup

Once when my date declined to drink

'I'm driving' - I began to think

I'll stay sober as my great-aunt

I poured my wine into a plant

No point in drinking when I'm home

No chats nor quips when I'm alone

But if I wrote poems when drunk

Next day I'd know what I had thunk.

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You Know, I Know comical poem 608 by Angela Lansbury

 

Angela Lansbury wearing her DIY 'You Know No! hat brim. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

You know what annoys me

And never overjoys me

When a train is going slow

And I overhear, 'you know?'

There's only one thing I know

Which is they don't know

They keep saying, you know

You know it annoys me so.

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Another Nonsense Song, comical 607 by Angela Lansbury

Angela Lansbury and Big Max at BCB bar and beverage show in London. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

 What can I write about

The tension or moan or shout

Why I wear my hats piled high

Why skyscrapers touch the sky

Why don't all cockroaches die

Is a half truth half a lie?

Why don't we have green sky?

First chicken pie then apple pie

Nonesense is gone sense

The French must have bon sense

Con men make con sense

The Chinese have wan sense

Nonesense is trivial fun

Nonsense is convivial fun

The sauce on life's serious bun

Jelly bullets in a joke gun

When ou have dropped a vital file

The tenion in a toppling pile

A raised eyebrow, a twisted smle

Like sugar lumps from Taate & Lyle

When you cn't decide what to wear

It leads you left and everywhere

A way to halve and share your cares

Investing in profitable shares

Nonesen, nonsense, is easy to write

You can do it in the middle of the night

No matter if it makes no snese in morning's light

A nonsense poem is always right.

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Write A Nonsense Song comical song 606 by Angela Lansbury

 Let's all write a nonsense poem or nonsense song

Write a lot of nonsence, you can't go wrong 

Don't offend by being political

Don't confuse by being analytical

Have nonsense at the start and nonsense  at the end

That way you'll make a lot of nonsense friends.

You won't make pence, you won't make cents

People will tut and say you don't make sense

It won't make lunch or pay the rent

But you'll make a lot fun talking nonsense

You need a silly rhythm and a silly rhyme

And an urge you can't suppress to waste your time

Wasting time.photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright. 

But if you cause a smile or laugh 

With no evil intent

You have done us all a favour talking nonsense

No one cares what you meant.

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