Thursday, June 30, 2022

Hatch End Hill View. Comic poem 145 by Angela Lansbury.



Come to visit cleaned Hillview Road

And view our small, cute, quaint abode

Hillview, not new, hides in Hatch End

We hide old family and new friends


Our road leads to a bustling school

At busy times observe road rules

We ban bad parking

And dog poo and barking


In long, hot summers, roses bloom

Garages turn into sun rooms

Daily mail crowds through each letter box

Our night patrol is a bushy-tailed fox


Neighbours stroll past with silent dogs

Back garden pools breed fish and frogs

Squirrels dig, hide acorns they love

Proud magpies upstage owls, pigeons, doves


The strangest thing you'll every see

Mugs or poems (hang) on a/Philip's poem tree


In leaves above, green parakeets

Squawk, preen and paint my favourite streets

Fine fir trees frame distant hill view

Fill photos' foregrounds - we miss you.

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Practising The Past - comic poem number 144 by Angela Lansbury



If you're having trouble

Grammar muddles your head

Here's a rhyme about time

Just recall what I said 


When we walked and we talked

All of yesterday

I thought of a way

To put troubles away


Five minutes ago

He said show what you know

About he said and she said

Just go with the flow


He said that you said

That I said that he said

That they said that we said

He never said what she said


But she said that you said

That I said that he said

That they said what we said

She never said what he said


I think now we agree

That yesterday we said

What he said she said

And she said that he said


The question is what we said

Not what he said and she said

But now that he's dead

Who cares what she said!


Now that we agree

On what he said and she said

The past is the past

So I'm off to bed.

Monday, June 20, 2022

When I was a Child. Comic poem 143.



When I was a child

A toilet was a potty

and the world was full of people

who my mother said were dotty 


When I was a child

back in the day

You never looked back

beyond yesterday


When I was a child

I didn't have cares

I was not afraid of bears

And I didn't buy shares


I was only afraid of

Things inside my head

Shadows on the stairs

Spiders hide under the bed


When I was a child

You could walk in the wild

And a day was full of hours

And you could pick wild flowers


When I see a laughing baby

I wonder, maybe

One day, in quite a while

You'll remember now and smile.


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by Angela Lansury 2022  20 June

Saturday, June 18, 2022

Genetically modified fruit and 'fruitcases'. Comic poem 142.

Fruit. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


Fruit is genetically modified

Disease resistant, and more besides

I think that we can all agree

What others avoid, leaves more for me


For those who fret, or cry or sigh

It's my belief you will not die

But if you really want to know

The number eight will tell you so


To identify modified, you are are able

By reading the numbers on the label

Four digits means food's the same as before

Five digits organic, starts with eight - added more 


I wish they'd do the same to me

Make me the best that I can be

Taller, slim and young and wise

With high IQ and chameleon eyes.

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Written by Angela Lansbury Saturday 18 2022.

Comic poem on genetically modified fruit and how to identify it by Angela Lansbury 18 2022.

That's my photo of fruit. Really? Can I be sure? Can I prove it? Yes. 

My photos tend to have the warm colours of red, orange or pink somewhere, and lots of circles or curves. I have two of everything, hence the round woved placemat and the plastic placemat. My husband likes earth colours, neutral colours, but I like warmer colours, rainbow colours, so the pale brown neutral Denbyware china handled cutlery was his choice, but the blue Denbyware plate is from a couple of oddments in the same style which I bought later.

Those blue plates are Denbyware seconds in a discontinued line, same shape as the creamy brown Seville pattern. I bought the blue in a charity shop in the UK and you cannot find any more for love nor money. The brown handled cutlery is also Denbyware seconds, bought from our wedding list in 1976, again almost impossible to obtain. The plastic placemats with the oranges were bought from a shop in Singapore and I cannot find any more to match them. The chance of anybody having and mixing those two sets of discontinued Denbyware and the third odd item, the Singapore discontinued mat are near nil.