The Lovely Light. Comical poem 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 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.

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AI Challenges Comical poem 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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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Strike Struck Home. Comical poem no 843 by Angela Lansbury.

 

For school and work we need fast trains

Where we can read or learn or talk

Business trips, holidays - need planes

Most places are too far to walk

Because our cities aren't designed

So everyone can walk to shops

In Singapore they have a plan

Shops on corners, under each block

In London we have not created

Cities with shops we need built near

No future plans, we're outdated

There ought to be changes, it's clear

Singapore has driverless trains

And glass walls keep you off the track

Their world's drawn so everyone gains

Once you've seen that, you won't turn back

In London I sit, shake my head

And dream of flower bridges, arches

Think how London could move, instead

Like Singapore, where they ban marches

But in our chaotic culture

Anyone can make a puncture

Wreck the city with a fracture

Damaging the infrastructure

Our transport worker went on strike

Rode to the doctor's on his bike

The doctor's sign read, 'Stuck at home

Sorry, this week you're on your own.'

His children could not go to school

At last, he said, 'I am no fool

Misled by leader who's a jerk

So I'll vote, next week, back to work.'

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