Why I'm As Busy As A Bee - Nonsense Verse By Angela Lansbury

I'm always busy as a bee
No-one is busier than me
I'm always busy as you see
I'm always busy as a bee

You may ask, 'Why
Are you so busy?'
Because it stops my hair going frizzy
That's why I'm busy as a bee
No-one is busier than me.

You may say,
'But your hair's not frizzy!'
'That's true,' I say
'Because I'm busy.'

I guarantee it works for me
So I stay busy as a bee.

If you stay busy
You can't worry
So never do things
In a hurry

If you are doing abc
Make yourself busy with a bee
And then with c and then with d
And then with e, then back to be.

To be or not two bees, yes, please
Always be busy with two bees
But if you cannot find two bees
Then just be busy as a bee.

-ends-
Nonsense verse by Angela Lansbury
Copyright 2089 Feb 36th

Don't feed the birds - Why?

Please don't feed friendly, fat, big birds
Don't lure pigeons, noisy seagulls
I'll tell you what I read and heard
Local councils have called for culls

Your kind, spare piece of old stale bread
Would be welcomed, pecked, picked, no doubt
But unfortunately, simply
Food which goes in - must soon come out.

It costs money, to clean pavements

Under bridges, birds perch and coo

Stones are messy, ugly slip'ry

Hope the one who slips isn't you!

Like pretty pigeons and white doves

Their dirty, flying poop falls far

After Dad polished his black car

He's got a white polka dot car.

What to do with all that stale bread?

With new time, what are we doing?

Instead of feeding birds, feed friends

Make a bread and butter pudding.

I'd like to try, the trouble is

We are on a no bread diet

I'll make you toast, photograph birds

Fetch a tripod, shoot, keep quiet.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury Feb 22 2020
Written at Writers' Holiday, Fishguard, Wales.

The word shoot is ambiguous. 

The author of the poem is shooting a photograph,

whilst the councils are killing the birds.

Climbing the Volcano

Climbing a volcano
Is not my idea of fun
The map says it is dormant
"How d'you know when it is done?'

I ask my husband
Who's going off to climb
Up a volcano
His choice, not mine

He pulls up the map
Says these islands were made
When volcanoes erupted
He's not dismayed

My husband likes trekking
The risk is small, he doesn't mind
His group walks up volcanoes
They say that love is blind

I used to wonder why
People lived in a volcano's reach
Why after a tsumani
They lived beside the beach

Some people gloat at taking risks😃
Volcano watchers stay alert, grow excited
They rush cameras to danger
When it erupts, they're delighted

Others shrug at dangers
Say, 'When it's your time you go
What will be will be
Only God can know.'

Others are simply scientific
Say: 'Carbon makes fertile soil
The ash for planting is terrific
Abundant crops and less toil.'

They say, 'In the long run
We are all dead.'
Reaching a volcano's summit is
Just a dream, or nightmare, in your head.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury 2020 Feb

Rainbow People

Some people are rainbows
Not just black and white
They keep changing colours
Not all wrong or right

A rainbow by day
Lost in black in the night

When you look at me
You see sequins and red
And orange and yellow
Inside, outside, all round my head.

Some people are green
Some people are blue
My friend adores pink
Disney Princess hue

Some people are rainbows
Not just black and white
They keep changing colours
Not all wrong nor all right

Dark at night, by day bright.
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copyright Angela Lansbury Feb 22 2020

Today Is A Day

Today is a grey day
A nothing to say day
The day, or I, should go away
No sun, no fun, no play, no way




So I shut my eyes and dream of honey
Dream even harder and dream of money
I'd be satisfied if it were sunny
Or lots of pals were smiling and funny

I smile at the mirror and see my smile
Maybe life'll change in a little while
The chairs are green as stain-free grass
Lamps beam sunlight which lasts and lasts.

by Angela Lansbury
Fab Feb 2020. 

Kirk Douglas Died at 103

Kirk Douglas died aged a hundred and three
What does this mean for you and me?

It means we can read and write poetry
If we both live to a hundred and three.

Angela Lansbury
copyright Feb 6 2020