Roses and noses. Comical poem by Angela Lansbury.

 

How tall the standard roses grow

The heat wave hit us without warning

I've never seen them grow so tall

Was it the rain,  or global warming?

Trains & Tourists Tootle Around The World.Comical poem 798 by Angela Lansbury

It was trains which made town clocks match their time

Now glass doors stop phones falling on the line

With the passing of time all will be fine

Lifts beside stairs on Elizabeth line

 Modern Singapore, long travelators

Old London still has deep escalators

In St Pancras, a Champagne bar

On long journeys, a dining car

From Watford to Euston and on

From Euston to lively Brixton

Transport museums and tunnel walks

To Wales or Scotland, and historic York

Signs tell you don't put your feet on the seat

Big stations have places where you can meet

See Brunel's statue, lovers, Paddington bear

On long journeys, quiet stories to share

What are those tee-shirts the people are bringing

After football matches the winners are singing

Amusing people to see, hear them speak 

Watch for your stop and don't fall asleep!

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I Miss My Train. Comical poem 797 by Angela Lansbury

 

Brixton Station, bridge. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

It's on a bridge above the street

The weird and wonderful people you meet

Home with shopping or out to eat

Saving your shoes, your time, your feet

The map can solve the mystery

The murals teach you history

The bus meets the train, the train the bus

Don't fuss. It's good for all of us

A train is like your grandmother

An old body dressed in fabric that's new

But if it's late, or disappears

You feel your thanks are far too few.

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The title is, of course, a pun. You miss the train physically by arriving too late at the station or platform. You miss it emotionally, remembering it nostalgically, wishing to see it again.

What You Gain On The Train comical poem 796 by Angela Lansbury

 

Here's the train, your handy train

Scenic in sunshine, shelter in rain

When it's on time we can't complain

Into the city, safe home again

It's nearly always quicker by train

Than, walking, biking or hiking again

You hear it coming, 'though dreadful noise

Seeing trains brings family joys

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People & Shoes Melting In The Heat 795 by Angela Lansbury

Shoes melting in the heat. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 In London melting in the heat

Myself, my sandals and my feet

I leave black streaks along the floor

Then dice-sized lumps along the street

When my shoes disintegrate

I am aghast, I shall be late

The floor is in a dreadful state

And everybody else must wait.

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Our Sea Is Deep comical poem 794 by Angela Lansbury

 

Tenerife. Canary Islands. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

The sea is wide, the sea is deep

To me at mid-day silver-blue

How many secrets does it keep?

Colours and moods may change for you

Crashing white waves mean racing surf

For shops and tourists that's good news

I'd rather sit on solid earth

Drink and watch the sea's changing blues

The palm trees flutter in the breeze

The butterflies fly dipping by

Birds with wide wings glide through the sky

My balcony is bird's eye high

The troubled word seems far away

The deep blue sea, the wide blue sky

I'll treasure my last happy day

Fixed in my mind's best mirror eye.

It's not a sea, it's an ocean

Power like a magic potion

It looks like the world's half unfurled

But big Pacific's half the world.

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I changed grey blue to the more positive silver blue.

Later. Comical poem 793 by Angela Lansbury

Watch the watch. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright .

'I promise I'll do it - later,'

Means no-one will get the job done

Later is a mythical land

Where neither good nor bad folk come

Later is like a reminder

But alas it will ever come

Like heaven, all wait for later

Where forgotten deeds will be done

At four you think that later's soon

At six it's myth like life on moon

At eighty you no longer care

Later is neither here nor there

Later is a kind of polite

Way of saying, no, not tonight

If later's what they want to say

I don't mind, I live for today.

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