Weekend Gift Poem by Angela Lansbury Comic poem 2

Let's write a poem every day
The five day week ends Saturday
Read words aloud, sweep stress away
Relieved from work, allowed to play

Yes, this week I've worked hard enough!
Thought seeking rhymes in brains is rough
What sounded swell is turning tough
Let purists, jurists, judgers scoff

For no poem arrives too late
Except through Competition's gate
Revised too much and missed their date?
Create word gems, a winner's fate

What better way to pass the time?
Each verse a ladder you must climb
A problem solved with each paired rhyme
In coldest climes, make warm sunshine

I'm sure to raise a laugh, or half
While bubbling rhymes in bubble bath
In sarongs, trot life's happy path
Sing, glad we've shared our small, sweet laugh

Dog-friendly big eyes greet a third
Like perfume sniffed, your whisper heard
Share rose drinks, fun, wit, the absurd
Paint great palm forests from pearl words

Words like ingredients in a cake
When sleepy, tail-wag words will wake
When lonely it's a hug, handshake
A poem's lick's a gift to take.

-ends-
Copyright Angela Lansbury Feb 1st 2014
Credit my words
Pay me in money, or chocolates
If you treat me to lunch, I will write you a poem!

Why I Must Dust - And You Must Dust! Comic poem 1

You'll Dust I Trust

by Hazel Nutter

I have to dust 'though I'd feel better

Painting pictures or penning a letter

If I left dust I'd cough and wheeze

My allergies would make me sneeze

I'd have red eyes, I'd sniff and snore

And so, although it is a chore

I'll Hoover, wash and dust some more

Clean folk live longer - that's the score

One boyfriend's flat was full of dust

His health and sense I did not trust

In his dust, large, I wrote my name

He'd dust before his next girl came!

I'm happy when I'm neat and clean

I'm glad Hoovers came on the scene

The new clean sweeps kept all alive

Before, graves tell, kids died by five

I knew someone really dirty

Don't know him now - he died at thirty

For me, cleaning's an hour or two

Then ten hours gained to write for you.

A restaurant, hotel, cafe

Will watch its business walk away

if everything is full of rust

Their profits lying in the dust.

What falls in open, cracked, milk jugs?

What lurks in dirty, long-haired rugs?

What feeds dust mites which feed bed bugs?

My friends who dust deserve my hugs.

2014 Feb 24

Written in response to the poem on Dust if you must reproduced in Facebook.

Comic poem number 1.

About the Author Of This Post, Angela

Angela Lansbury, travel researcher/writer and photographer, author and speaker. 

Author of Wedding Speeches & Posts, Etiquette for Every Occasion, Quick Quotations, Who Said What When?

You can contact Angela through Facebook, LinkedIn, and Braddell Heights Advanced Toastmasters on Facebook or Toastmasters Interntional.com find a club. Angela is a member of four Toastmasters Clubs and BHA IPP, Immediate Past President, and VP PR (Vice President Public Relations) for 20202-2021.

Feb 19 2022. I revised what fall in open white milk jugs

white jugs or white milk, to cracked, not just dust, but cracks, although the subject matter is dust.

I revised My friends who dust will win my hugs

I changed the alliteration to another alliteration which sounded more natural, 

to read My friends who dust deserve my hugs.

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