Scared - false fears comical poem number 523 by Angela Lansbury

Angela Lansbury photographed with a giant smiley. Copyright Angela Lansbury. 

She was scared of everything

Of a broken bangle

A missing ring

Of high notes she couldn't sing

Of missing a bus

Of missing a plane

Of making mistakes 

And starting again

She was scared of needles

And breaking a thread

Dust mites sitting on the shelf

And lurking in the bed

She was scared of a jumping frog

And a barking dog

What was underneath a log!

And getting lost in a fog

Rules of cribbage and whist

Of being kissed

Of straining her wrist

And losing her list

Of standing too long

And sitting down, too

Being unemployed

Having too much to do

Fevers, on the Nile

And yet all the while

You would never know

From her big false smile.

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The Dolls' House comical poem 522 by Angela Lansbury

Fisher Price vintage dolls' house. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Why are some people scared of a tiny mouse

But feel in control of s small dolls' house?\

Is it becuase owners feel in control

When the dolls stay put and fulfil their role?

Dolls do what you want, don't say a word

Never the slightest objection is heard

They stand in the kitchen or lie in the bed

They are not alive but they're never dead

They don't move out or leave you ever

A doll is a friend who lives forever.

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God's Given Me Another Day, comical poem number 521 by Angela Lansbury.

 God's given me another day

To go to work, stay home and play

To walk, a dog, run, jog or hike

Sit on a bus or mountain bike

Eastern Explorer Hop-on Hop-off bus, sandy beach, blue sea, bay and boats, Waiheke Island, North Island, New Zealand. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

After good rest throughout the night

I see dawn's light with great delight

Small smears to clean, small wrongs to right

Add colours to life's black and white

I'll pick a pen or hold a mic

The world's my stagel. Does life, rehearse?

Thank Gods, parents, the universe

I'll crystallise it all in verse

With love. Selfie photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I hear small bees, see big oak trees

Gardens, ponds, parks, date palms all please

So much to paint, snap, write and see

Big world of joy - for little me.

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I changed the negative line 'Cradle to grave, from crib to hearse'

to the line of the idea I had missed out, 'God ,,, (or just),the universe'.

I changed the universally relevant line

'sit on a bus or wheel a bike', because it was mundane,

to the more visual and fun 'open top bus or mountain bike'?

'Open top bus or mountain bike'

As usual I have stuck to eight syllables per line.

I took from 6 am to 6.23 to type up what I had thought about for half an hour. I had to get up early to capture it. at 7.40 am I have had breakfast, edited, moved a verse and added photos.

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The Joys of London's Underground Trains comical poem 520 by Angela Lansbury

 Brunel statue, Paddington station.

The trains are travelling round and round

The underground with their roar-in sound

The passengers are running up and down

The escalators to the underground

I love the hand-written signs

Which joke and meet and greet

And the kind souls who smile

And keenly offer me their seat

The posters give me information

Something new on every station

There's Sherlock Holmes, and Shakespeare, too

The Elizabeth line which shines brand new

With lifts which keep grandma beside

As escalator passengers ride

The safe glass doors, wide corridors

One of London's new joys for sure.

When overhead you might see rain

Waiting for buses in cold's a pain

Brunel's statue on the overground

Even more to see if you take the lift down.

Sherlock wears a deerstalker hat

I wonder if he has a map?

I'm sure he'll smile and never frown

If he finds himself on the Underground.

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Two Lime Green Cars comic poem 519 by Angela Lansbury

Angela Lansbury with her lime green car. Photo by Trevor Sharot. 

 My lime green car looks smart,  brand new

Drivers wave if they have one, too

Though really a very old car

Reliable, it takss me far

My speed's a conservative pace

An old car but with low mileage

I loved the zipped  parcel shelf space

Its small boot takes too much luggage

Alas one day on the M4

A car behind like tanks in war

Rear-ended me, (no rain to blame)

Hit barrier, stopped in fast lane

A lorry driver ran to help

I gasped, 'I'm ok,  block this lane!'

He turned his truck diagonally

Seen for miles, so no added pain

My car had spun right around

And scattered green metal on the ground

And there I stopped

My fault? It was not

My husband still says

It was your fault, driving too slow

He wants to share, but wasn't there

So he could not know

The AA drove me to the station

I was glad to hear what they thought

A car behind must leave room to stop

So the car behind - it's their fault

We looked for a new old car

we looked high and low

On the intenet

And, what do you know?

My husband says lime's a darker hue

I should call mine pistacchio

Just imagine a luminous green

Mine was the cleanest car you've ever seen

We found a newer old car in lime - or pistacchio

A BBC voice tells we where to go

I do not use the zip up space for maps

I use Satnav or google apps

It's another car, but looks just the same

Every day I feel like I've won life's game.

The colour still thrills me, I don't have to drive

Just looking at my green car makes me feel alive.

When you lose something, what to do?

Soemtimes a chance to try what's new

Sometimes, you'll find you don't complain

If you replace it with the same.

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Lorry is British English and truck is American English but truck is recognized.

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