Are Mice Nice? Comical poem number by Angela Lansbury

The flats nearby

Troubled by mice

Have set out traps

Will they suffice?

 I have read that

Romans ate mice

Only dormice

Or any mice?

Dormouse. Photo from Wikipedia.

If that is so

Then mice taste nice

A handy meal

At a low price!

You could cook with

White or brown rice

Maybe disguised

Chopped up like dice

On a kebab

Or sandwich slice

Just twice a week

Or even thrice

You don't like that?

Then get a cat

Fussy pussy

Will scare off mice

They'll disappear

In a quick trice

You'll no more fear

To meet those mice.

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What do you like? Comical poem by Angela Lansbury

 Some like to sing

Some like to sew

Some like to learn

Earn, teach what they know

Some like to paint

Others to cook

Read share prices

A romantic book

Some like to swim

Run, jog or walk

Or sing a hymn

They endlessly talk

Some like cricket

Some like football

Some like to sleep

Do nothing at all.

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Millions and millions. Comical poem number 777 by Angela Lansbury

Apple blossom on tree. Fox resting on grass. Garden in Hatch End, Pinner, Middlesex, England, London, UK. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Millions of blooms blossom on trees

Millions of blades of green grass

Millions of flowers in the beds

Millions of birds and butterflies pass

Millions of leaves on all the trees

Millions of waves on all the sea

 Millions of years of the trials

Before they perfected sweet me

Millions of stars, millions of cars

Millions of miles, we don't drive far

Millions of grains of sand, salt and sugar

Millions of cells in me, all together

Millions of brain cells, lots of gains

Millions of thoughts make aches and pains

Millions of thoughts, better again

Millions of thoughts, most just the same

Millions of thoughts, future and past

Millions of dreams, but dreams don't last

Millions of thoughts, wonders, and yet

I had one thought, which I forget.

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Updated with photo and new first verse, on Monday 13th July 2026.

Moving On. Comical poem 804 by Angela Lansbury

When you know it's time that you were moving on

There's no turning back, you must be strong

It doesn't matter who was right or wrong

If you don't belong together, time for moving on 

There's plenty more fish in the sea

Plenty more flowers for the bee

Plenty more apples on the tree

Someone new for you and someone new for me

No point in looking back

In counting out the things we lack

The things we wish we never said

Or should have said - like unmade cakes inside your head

It's time to go far away, to find new friends

Who never met you, Won't recollect you

Won't stop to ask me what went wrong

Instead they sing a brand new song

So when they ask what brought you here

I'll smile and tell them with good cheer

I wanted something new to do

And I won't think of you.

I won't replay an endless loop

Like picking peas out of a soup

Instead I'll find a brand new group

And see how much I can recoup

And when I see the young teens crying

When elsewhere worse off folk are dying

I shall just feel like replying

They've gone, it's time for moving on.

There's plenty more fish in the sea

Plenty more flowers for the bee

Plenty more apples on the tree

Someone new for you and someone new for me.

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I'm Searching For A Metaphor, Bed-ridden. Comical poem number 803 by Angela Lansbury.

Angela Lansbury in red and white dress by Thai style double beds beside Melia hotel swimming pool, Tenerife, Canary Islands. Photo by Trevor Sharot.

What can I say about this gorgeous, fancy bed?

I have a dictionary of words churning through my mixer head 

I want to inspire, with hopes, visions and dreams

The possible, impossible, what is is and merely seems

I climb every mountain looking for a metaphor

I swim a sea of similes and copy those who wrote before

I reflect and then reject originals which I suspect

Will not endure, and throw them on the floor

I look at pots, at kettles, at black, and red and white

I search through morn, dawn and torn, dark night, white snow and light

I'm happy seeing sunlight, and storms and rain and pain

I hope the night will put things right in spring, forget the years of winter tears sure to come again

I ride a mental horse along the river's course, back to the bubbling source

View the battle which does not stop until I reach the mountaintop

I wait for my ship, train, bus, bike, donkey, camel, plane, which end all pain and bring me joy again

Like a gift list, parcel, birthday song, which lasts so long it makes me strong

Ready to walk with boots or shoes, clad in my clothes of reds and blues

And eat ice cream with friends I meet, along the leafy, shady street

Until at last all words are said, and I can rest my heavy head

End my day my own way, and post four times from my silk-soft bed.

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The last line in a pun on four poster bed.

Yin and Yang For Every Plan comical poem 802 by Angela Lansbury

 You need yin but also need yang

Yin and yang for every plan

Just as day will follow the night

Watch for wrongs to make things go right

Every project needs risk assess

Even washing then when you dress

Comb your hair, and don't look a mess

Dress your best so you will impress

You need to drink, watch food you eat

The table height, the back of chairs

But give yourself a tiny treat

Exercise, but don't fall down stairs

List good and bad events in reach

Teach troubles in a funny speech

A day when everything goes wrong

Feeds plots for novels or a song

Even if it won't bring you wealth

You cure your health and heal yourself

Although much money has been spent

You're reborn, called resilient.

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Your troubles make a funny speech

became

Teach troubles in a funny speech

which adds assonance.

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The Underground comical poem 801 by Angela Lansbury

 

London Underground Railway station, Hyde Park Corner. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

We may be heading underground

But on the way with joy look round

When young, look forward, never back

When old, don't think of what we lack.

The underground is like your mind

With pictures which recall the past

Don't let battles of yesterday

Cloud your mind, battles do not last

Life's journey has a lot of hops

Where other people come and go

And many interesting stops

Which show and tell what you now know.

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