The Seeds and Weeds, Comic Poem 196

 Foxes in the back garden of the bungalow in Hatch End. Photo from the Sharot family. Copyright.

 The shameless weeds raise brazen heads, 

Defying our ridiculous rules, 

They seek all routes, lie in all beds, 

And make the gardeners look fools.

So shrug and learn from brazen weeds, 

Ignore judges with their own agenda, 

When the sun shines, raise your proud head, 

In cold June or warm November.

The foxes frolic in the grass, 

I see not one wary cat sneak past, 

And not one bird up on the trees, 

But a fox heaven of grass and leaves.

They do what they're designed to do, 

Like I'm designed to share with you.

-ends-

From Angela Lansbury to friends at Fertile Brains on Sunday June 6th 2023. Copyright

This is not a sonnet but what I shall call a non-net. Three four-line verses. Each verse has a rhyming scheme which follows the sense regardless of the previous verse. End with the classic sonnet end, a couplet, since three four line verses is tiring enough for both the exhausted writer and esteemed reader.

The Boss 195

 

Here is the boss

What is his job?

To ensure profit

To cut out loss

Would you be boss?

If you were held

Responsible

Then you'd be cross.

When no-one else

Will give a toss

Who do you call?

You call the boss!

Yes, call the boss

When you need help

To make a point

And put it across

He is the prophet

Counting the cost

So you don't lose it

So nothing's lost

When he's left, or dead

Recall what he said

What wise words

Were inside his head

That is when

You nod, "Our loss

We wish we had

Our good old boss!'

-ends-

Written by Angela Lansbury Sunday June 6th 2023. Copyright.