The Carefree Cow Comic Poem number 210 by Angela Lansbury

 Some cows are born brown

Some are black and white

So they can be seen

Crosing roads at night

In India they're protected

Unlike beef-eaters

When suspected

Or detected

Dead cows will give

A strong cow hide

Alive, they take toddlers

For a bouncy ride

Cows don't listen when you say

Turn round, this is a motorway

Worse still, you've facing the wrong way

You might not reach the end of day

Cows seem contented

They don't stress or think

Like some humans they live

To eat and drink

They spend all day long

Eating green grass

Ignoring the lorries

Hurtling past

I look with pity at a cow

Which spends all day eating and drinking

It has not time for fun and games

No leisure time for serious thinking

If AI, fed electric drink

Was asked to resarch and reveal

What a deaf and dumb cow can think

With nothing vital dipmatically concealed

Ask, 'Are you happy with your life now?

Would you rather be a man or a cow?'

It's my belief a cow would say

I'm perfectly content this way

Zebras look like they're in two minds

Like flattened out Venetian blinds

Horses, beaten, then bribed with sugar lumps

Camels look like they've got the hump

Dinosaurs are easy to draw

But, thank bull, they are no more

Cats and dogs will wander far

But come off worst when fighting a car

Human beings are frowning and stressed

I would not swap my life for thinking

I need not waste time getting dressed

My ideal life's just eating and drinking!

I never need to travel far

I don't need car, money nor caviar

As for your questionnaire, I'll pass

I'm too busy eating gorgeous, green grass.

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copyright Angela Lansbury Thursday August 31st 2023

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Wonderful Weeds by Angela Lansbury Comic poem 209

 

Inside each body and soul are seeds

Which grow and spread like tangled weeds

When not blessed born in a flower bed

They plant themselves in cracks instead

The elegant ivy inches through town

Its work brings the ancient brickwork down

Looks great until you want to paint

And mouldy walls make you feel faint

What do all plants and humans need

To grow a big plant from a tiny seed?

Just water, sunlight and some heat

Add daily nutrients to eat

That's why the world is full of weeds

Because they grow as well as seeds.

Admire the wonderful world of weeds

Letting wilkflowers thrive is a modern good deed

Yellow dandelions can make soup

I tried it once but just got gloop

Yes tiny white daisies make pretty posies

While my garden's overgrown with rampant red roses.

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Copyright Angela Lansbury August 29th Tuesday 2023

Weeds on the patio. Stanhope Gardens, London. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright. 

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Long Ago, by Angela Lansbury Comic country song 208

 I heard of a gang

I read of them, too

They were nothing like me

They were nothing like you

They were nothing like you

They were nothing like you

They were nothing like you

They were nothing like you

They were not like my father

They were not like my mother

They were not like my sister

They were not like my brother

They were not like my brother

They were not like my brother

They were not like my brother

They were not like my brother

I went out and saw them

And I was dismayed

The tall one walked to me

And I was afraid

And I was afraid

And I was afraid

And I was afraid

And I was afraid

He told me, 'Stop walking!

I fancy a chat.

The leader said, 'Sister -

What are you staring at!'

I said, ' 'cos you're different!

I whipered, 'Dear stranger,

Tell me, am I safe here

Or am I in danger!'

You look like my father\

You look like my mother

You look like my sister

You look like my brother

Yet, you are special

You've a big reputation

You\re making changes

You've changing our nation

He smiled, 'Yes. Thank you.

I'm sure you are right.

Now you go safe home

And have a great night

'Wait! You can't walk alone

I'll see you safe home

No, don't walk alone

I'll see you safe home

We're passing my house\

Why don't you step in it

To see where I'm from

Just for one minute.'

Now we kept on talking

So I got home late

Don't tell my secret

Only you know my fate

Now I am married

And I have a child

I hope he\ll grow up good

And not grow up wild

People look at my son

Then they look away

I hear them whisper

I don't care what they say

He looks nothing like me

He looks nothing like you\

But he talks just like us

We all know that's true

What do strangers say?

What do strangers know?

When they ask, I reply

'It was so long ago!'

Yes, once in a while

I've heard what they said

Remember that wild one?

D\you think he is dead

Sometimes, bold ones persist,

\What do you know?

I smile, and shrug, 'Nothing

It was so long ago

He was not like my father

He was not like my mother

He was not like my sister

He was not like my brother

I really don't know

It was so long ago

I simply don't know

It was so long ago

But I could not forget

I searched the internet

He was wrinkled and old

Our young love had gone cold

When they ask me I say

I simply don't know

It was so long ago

It was so long ago.

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I wrote this whilst listening to Country songs on a Singapore Airlines flight.

What others insicents incluenced the story line?

Firsly, lots of gangs in the news.

After my mother died I found my parent's wedding certificate which said that my mother was a widow. That was necessary, otherwise her second marriage would have looked like bigamy. I asked my father if he or my mother had ever remembered or spoken about her previous marriage. He shruged and said, 'No. It was so long ago.'

The last line of each verse should be repeated as a chorus by the audience. I started typing the choruses but it was making the poem/song too long and was too tiring to type so I stopped it.

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Up And Dressed comic poem 207 by Angela Lansbury

Angela Lansbury on the steps for mounting a horse at The Malt Shovel, Baildon, Yorkshire. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 I'm up, I've had my pill, and dressed

I've slept well, I've had a good rest

Must comb my hair, not look frumpy

Have to put a smile on Grumpy

Family see you, have no choice

At least you know they like your voice

He greets me with unwelcome sound

"After meals out, put on two pounds!"

To drive that heaviness away

I guess we'll have a frugal day

Breakfast. Then three good things I know

I'm up, dressed, and ready to go.

-ends-

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National Libraries Worldwide - events with authors, writing and book illustration - comic poem number 206

A library is full of helpful books 

For academics and practical cooks

A university,  completely free

Shows ancestors' stupidity,

Between the covers, rich and poor

The ups and downs, the peace and war

Monsters, dictators, grand affairs

And how the flappers styled their hair

Something for you, and lots for me

People with whom we don't agree

The worst have gone, all passed away

But comics still give smiles today

Books, like trains, steam off from schism

Duck today's risk of collision

Bring an end to day's division

Escapism, optimism.

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UK

The library is conveniently placed opposite Baker Street station (underground and overground railway) and Madame Tussauds waxworks, and around the corner from the Sherlock Holmes museum and shop.

The library has two notable statues. One is outside. It depicts a person sitting.

The other statue is inside. It shows a giant book.

When you are travelling, as well as taking a good book to pass the time whilst on your train or plane, or waiting, you might visit a national library.

The Bitish library is the largest in the world. 

The largest in South America is the National Library in Brazil.

Singapore National library frequently has events for authors and readers and members of the public. I have been to book launches, accompanies by exhibitions on the ground floor. I have also attended a two session class on illustrating books and greeting cards for birthdays, weddings and festivals such as Xmas, Diwali and Eid.

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Your Poetry and Public Lending Right - comic poem number 205

You write and write and write and write

But did you write away your rights?

I often suffer sleepless nights

Wondering how to right my rights. 

But writers aren't left in the lurch

You simply do straightforward search

And then you find to your delight

A list of all your copyright.

To be eligible for public lending right, UK, you must be registered on the title page. No use being listed under a poem or at the start of a chapter in an anthology. For more information on how to promote your books (for fame or fortune) if you are at the Writers' Summer School in Swanwick, come to my one hour session on marketing books on Sunday.

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