Too Many Singing Birds comical poem number 563 version 3 by Angela Lansbury

 Singing Birds comical poem by Angela Lansbury version 1

I heard a bird in the early morning

Sound like a doorbell or a phone ringing

Like an alarm clock calling the dawning

Instead it was the early bird singing

 

I listened, astonished, what could it be?

It woke me up and it gave me two turns

Who was it calling, was it calling me?

I guess not, early birds are wanting worms

 

I love to hear birds when they are singing

You hear them call from the top of the block

Like a friend calling when phones are ringing

But please, mr bird, not at five o’clock!

 

One little bird has woken the others

Calling all, join my annoying chorus

Each bird's fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers

Tweet until they annoy us and bore us

 

I could shoot big rooks or flocks with a gun

But I'm afraid I might be arrested

I might miss, hit a black hat, kill someone

Because my marksmanship's not been tested

We’ve had thefts from bins by a fox and rat

Suddenly there’s silence, I see a cat

I used to hate cats, today's pet hate's birds

So spotting a cat, I’m pleased about that.

 

I‘m sure you have heard about cats and birds

Cats like birds for their lunch or dinner

Banish, or chase cats, birds’ song will be heard

Birds sing praise of races, you're their winner.

-Ends-

Granny's Dolls' House, version 3 with detailed illustrations comical poem number 562 by Angela Lansbury

Granny had a little dolly

And the dolly's name was Molly

Molly had a taller sister

And her sister's name was Elsa

Doll sisters lived in a big house

Which had a dog, a cat, and mouse

It had a garden, pots with flowers

The clock sundial counts hours

 

Dolls' house entrance with policeman and cars.

Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

By the front door shines a blue car

If dollies want to travel far

A train parks in the train station

Police guard their police station 

Dolls' house dog. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

In a tall box store outdoor shoes

The best ones you don't want to lose

On the dog house is a big dog

A hedgehog but no green frog

In the hallway see a round rug

Where Molly meets all with a hug

At parties many times a year

For both their birthdays and New Year

Japanese dolly. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Korean fridge magnet doll. Packaging saved from Fortnum & Mason chocolate selection. 

Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

But the party which they like best

Is the one in national dress

See their Japanese housekeeper

Plus visitors from Korea 

Bed from wooden pen case. Japanese doll head. Cork body. Small soft toy lion. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

In the hallway by the window

Is a long inviting settee

When you have nowhere else to go

Shut your eyes, dream of sea - or tea

MAGA advertising on mini chef for a restaurant in Poland. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

In the kitchen, a chef and cook

Have hat, apron, bowl, dishes' book

In the kitchen the best honey

Which must cost a lot of money

DIY bed for dolls house. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Upstairs, on floor three there's a bed

A pillow where dolls lay their head

Halloween walking toy. Guatemalan (anti) worry dolls. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

A toy box, plus small and big toys

Silent toys which won't make a noise

Small pictures fixed on ev'ry wall

(Gran used blue gum to fix them all)

A wardrobe with a long mirror

Smart dolls, and friends, dress for dinner

Up on the roof's a helipad

Where you can land a little plane

A tower and a sloping roof 

Which makes a run'way for the rain

The monster on the roof. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

The roof has statues of a dog

A Noah's ark, tortoise and frog

A cow, a horse, even a bear

A small monster with lots of hair

Santa saved from a Christmas cake, on the roof of my dolls' house. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Santa and reindeer saved from a Christmas cake, on the roof of my dolls' house. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

On the roof's a big cat with claws

Which sits beside the Santa Claus

Who lives, hides, on the roof all year

Deer waits to bring their Christmas cheer

Yes, dolly does have a brother

And a father, and a mother

Dolly-sitter Grans gladly stay

While dollies' Dad's on holiday.

Each day dolly girls go to school

The school has lots of written rules

About the times when you can play

A calendar of holidays.

Until at bedtime, yawn and sigh

Tired Dolly has to say goodbye

Gran and our dolls are here to stay

Ready to play another day

So Ava shuts the door, the house

Puts in the cat, puts out the mouse

She says, 'dear dollies, please sleep tight

I wish you, all, a peaceful night'.

-ends-

A new version, cut or expanded to fit 8 syllables per line, added jokes, with illustrations added later today.

Note to poem writers and readers: -

To cut out a syllable, change mother to mum, father to Dad, granny to gran, every to each, dollies to dolly, many other plurals to singular, little to small, a lot of to lots of, past tense and present continuous to simple present tense. To add a syllable, do the reverse, change small to tiny or little. Sometimes by making change you can add an alliteration. 

I needed an extra syllable in the line about the monster. Should I add the words bit or small. The monster was small. A small monster adds the inconguity which is amusing.

I needed to lose a syllable to the last line, ending a very good night. I changed it to peaceful night. That was slightly more original than good night.

Toys and DIY

It would be easy to print a tiny list of rules for a school wall, or dolls' house kitchen. Six point type. Or a postage stamp size piece of white paper with your best calligraphy. Or a piece cut from one of those irritating instruction books in tiny print in multiple languages. Or a postage stamp with the head of the president or king or hero or your country or the country you visit on holiday.

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Ava's Dollhouse version 2 comical poem 561 by Angela Lansbury, revised with revisions explained

 Ava had a little dolly

And the dolly's name was Molly

Molly had a taller sister

And her sister's name was Elsa

Doll sisters lived in a big house

Which had a dog, a cat, and mouse

It had a garden, pots with flowers

By a clock sundial - counts hours

 

By the front door shines a blue car

If dollies want to travel far

A train parks in the train station

Police guard their police station 

In the hallway see a round rug

Where Molly meets all with a hug

In the hallway by the window

Is a long inviting settee

When you have nowhere else to go

Shut your eyes, dream of sea - or tea

In the kitchen the best honey

Which must cost a lot of money

In the kitchen, a chef or cook

Has hat, apron, bowl, dishes' book

Upstairs, on floor three, is a bed

A pillow where dolls lay their head

A toy box, plus small and big toys

Silent toys which won't make a noise

And pictures fixed on ev'ry wall

(We used blue gum to fix them all)

A wardrobe with a long mirror

Where smart dollies dress for dinner

Up on the roof's a helipad

Where you can land a little plane

A tower and a sloping roof 

Which makes a run'way for the rain

The roof has statues of a dog

A Noah's ark, tortoise and frog

A cow, a horse, even a bear

A small monster with lots of hair

On the roof the cat with claws

Sits beside the Santa Claus

Who lives, hides, on the roof all year

Waiting to bring his Christmas cheer

Yes, dolly does have a brother

And a father, and a mother

Dolly-sitter Ava will stay

While dollies' Dad's on holiday.

Each day dolly girls go to school

The school has lots of written rules

About the times when you can play

A calendar of holidays.

At bedtime with a sigh

Dolly has to say goodbye

But Dolly is here to stay

Ready to play another day

So Ava shuts the door, the house

Puts in the cat, puts out the mouse

She says, 'dear dollies, please sleep tight

I wish you, all, a peaceful night'.

-ends-

A new version, cut or expanded to fit 8 syllables per line, added jokes, with illustrations added later today.

Note to poem writers and readers: -

To cut out a syllable, change mother to mum, father to Dad, granny to gran, every to each, dollies to dolly, many other plurals to singular, little to small, a lot of to lots of, past tense and present continuous to simple present tense. To add a syllable, do the reverse, change small to tiny or little. Sometimes by making change you can add an alliteration. 

I needed an extra syllable in the line about the monster. Should I add the words bit or small. The monster was small. A small monster adds the inconguity which is amusing.

I needed to lose a syllable to the last line, ending a very good night. I changed it to peaceful night. That was slightly more original than good night.

Toys and DIY

It would be easy to print a tiny list of rules for a school wall, or dolls. house kitchen. Six point type. Or a psotage stamp size piece of white paper with your best calligraphy. Or a piece cut from one of those irritating instruction books in tiny print in multiple languages. Or a postage stamp with the head of the president or king or hero or your country or the country you visit on holiday.

Ava's Dolls' House comical poem 560 by Angela Lansbury

  Ava had a little dolly

And the dolly's name was Molly

Molly had a taller sister

And her sister's name was Elsa

The sisters lived in a big house

Which had a dog, a cat, and mouse

It had a garden, pots with flowers

A clock and sundial counted hours

 

Outside was small blue car

If dolly wanted to go far

And a train in the train station

And police in the police station 

In the hallway was a rug

Where Molly met you with a hug

In the hallway by the window

Was a long inviting settee

When you had nowhere to go

Shut your eyes, dream of the sea - or tea

In the kitchen the best honey

Which had cost a lot of money

In the kitchen was a cook

With an apron, bowl, and book

Upstairs was an attic bed

A pillow where you put your head

And a box with lots of toys

But the toys made no noise

And a wardrobe with a mirror

Where dollies could dress for dinner

And some pictures on the wall

With blue gum to fix them all

On the roof a helipad

Where you could land a little plane

Some of the roof was sloping

Made a runaway for the rain

The roof had statues of a dog

A Noah's ark, tortoise and frog

A cow, a horse, even a bear

A monster with a lot of hair

On the roof the cat with claws

Sat beside the Santa Claus

He hid on the roof all year

Waiting to deliver Chistmas cheer

Yes, dolly did have a brother

And a father, and a mother

Dolly-sitter Ava came to stay

When dollies' Dad went on holiday.

But the dolly girls went to school

And the school had lots of rules

About the times when you could play

The long weekends, and holidays.

At bedtime with a sigh

Dolly had to say goodbye

But Dolly was here to stay

Ready to play another day

So Ava shut the door, the house

Put in the cat, put out the mouse

She said, 'dear dollies, please sleep tight

I wish you, both, a very good night'.

-ends-

A new version with illustrations will be added tomorrow.

The Writing Business comical poem 559 by Angela Lansbury

Communication is a worldwide farm

Writers, like farmers, feed the hungry world, 

While the weather does wonders, or wreaks harm

Write drama, alarm, pass nuggets of charm

Instruction manuals are daily meat

Everyone needs guides, we all need to eat

The promises and hopes of each nation

A team, finds a theme, communication

Bus time tables, toilet signs at stations

At Toastmasters we listen, learn to teach

A set of tools within everyone's reach

To distill a clear message, with a joke

In a crisp five to seven minute speech

Right recalled wrongs, pen poetry and songs

Like icing preserves and decorates cake

Lullabies help restless babies to sleep

Rhythmic songs while you work, keep you awake

Businesses make losses in their first year, 

Be prepared, don't waste time on fears and tears

A cook's first home-made food, feeding only one

Cookbooks and pubs make money, profit, fun

Even a student starts hopeful and keen

But even beginners need small money

They needs lots of input for small output

Like worker bees, produce runny honey

But what I like is solid, thick, honey

It's crunchy and munchy and costs more money

So I can buy, guiltlessly, dear honey

I need to write what sells and makes money

To start a business or book's a worry

You sit up half the night - until daylight

There's hope, after years of experience

You learn what sells and you get it all right.

At last, writing's is easier and quick

The result's writer's and readers' delight.

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A Poet's Time And Money comical poem 558 by Angela Lansbury

 

How long does it take a writer to write

A poem which woke you up in the night?

From thought and typing time you begin it

To the end, the first draft, if you wing it?

A serious question, not just funny

Everybody knows that time is money

The last verse I wrote took forty minutes

But that had only one quick revision

You need to rewrite and count syllables

Take quick decisions, or risk derision

Rather than eat, drink, or have a shower

Let's suppose you spend an hour

Charge the same as my window cleaner

Which is fifty pounds an hour.

Now I'm not being mean

But isn't this poem worth that?

Just like you keep your windows clean

A poet makes your mind feel clean.

-ends-

Good And Bad Poetry comical poem 557 by Angela Lansbury

 Some poetry is really good

Although a lot of it is bad

Good poems make you happy

Bad poems make you sad

Some of it's propaganda

And makes you seething mad

Sometimes it grabs with double rhymes

So you are doubly glad

Some of it tells mostly lies

Yet one line of it rings true

Some of it tells you nothing

The best tells you what to do

Sometimes you think you'd do better

Writing prose, shopping lists or a letter

Sometimes it keeps you awake

Sometimes you read politely for some sweet person's sake

Sometimes it's just a cliche

But sometimes it won't go away

Sometimes it helps you through the night

Make you nod all day, the world's all right

Then you think I'm glad

There's someone just like me

The me calling from yesterday

Exact, succinct, and meant to be

Sometimes you wonder

Where is this going?

The writer must be mad

But there's no way of knowing

Sometimes you are glad

When you're nearing the end

Yet that poem that matters

Brings a new poet, new thoughts, a new friend.

=ends- 

A Quick Poem comical poem 556 by Angela Lansbury

I do not wish

To cause you harm

But there's a ping

From our alarm

Don't discuss it

Over coffee

Let's calm down and

Then see clearly

Let's make a list

Of what to do

This half for me

That half for you

Write make it short

Let's both be quick

Write succinctly

So your thoughts stick

I  pomise I'll

Soon go away

Others have called

So I can't stay

I know you've lots

You want to say

But I've a lot

To do today.

Just tell me what

Don't tell me why

This is hello

Then it's goodbye

I've got no time

For longer rhymes

But I'll come back

Some other time.

The clock won't wait

Now here's the crunch

I did one thing

It's time for lunch

Legislation

Is changing soon

What happened to

The afternoon?

Thank goodness that

We got it right

Look at the time

Already night.

In any time

In any place

Our day look like

A hurdle race.

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The Alphabet Cutlery Game comical poem 555 by Angela Lansbury

Have you played the alphabet game?

Use a knife and fork to form your name

I'll show you, then you do the same

If you cut yourself I'm not to blame

Knife and forks with tips together

Make an A, reversed a U

Take 2 spoons for horizontals

I saw it and did it too.

Quickly write short simple names

If he's Ali or she's Ava

Quickly make a lot of games

Auntie and niece work together..

-ends-

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How I remember the NATO/Military/Phone/International Spelling Alphabet comical poem 554 by Angela Lansbury

Here's the handy phonetic alphabet\

I try to remember it, not forget

It starts with A alpha and B bravo

C for Charlie, D delta, then echo

F for foxtrot, G golf in a hotel

India - Juliet weighs a kilo

We met M for Mike in N November

I think M for Mike should get an Oscar

Like Papa in Quebec, a Romeo

In the Sierra doing the tango

In uniform with his best friend Victor

They shouldn't be drinking whisky, you know

Victor had an X-ray from a Yankee

With Mike and a South African Zulu

Congratulations to you and me, too

I'm delighted both of us made it through.

This is where this alphabet poem ends

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-ends-

A - alpha

B - bravo

C - Charlie

D - Delta

E - Echo

F - foxtrot

G - Golf

H - hotel

I - india

J - Juliet

K - Kilo

L - Lima

M - Mike

N - November

O - Oscar

P - Papa

Q - Quebec

R - Romeo

S - Sierra

T - Tango

U - Uniform

V - Victor

W - Whisky

X - X-ray

Y - Yankee

Z - Zulu

A is easy. Alphabet. Bravo for remembering that.  You are a right Charlie if you forget it.

Six first or persoanl names are in the phonetic alphabet: Charlie, Juliet, Mike, Oscar, Romeo, Victor. Romeo and Juliet, are a pair, of course.

Delta is one of two geographical features. The other one is sierra.

Echo - please echo my recitation of the phonestic alphabet.

Foxtrot, golf and hotel are a threesome. I do a three-step foxtrot at an afternoon tea dance at the golf hotel.where my partner is playing golf. Foxtrot is one of two dances, foxtrot and tango.

I for India, one of the 4 placenames from all the continents. From the Americas, Y for Yankee, Q for Quebec. From South America the Spanish word sierra, and the city of Lima, which is the capital of the the country of Peru. And Latin Americn dancing, not the foxtrot but the tango.

From Europe, Italy's Romeo and Juliet. From the UK, Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and Scottish whisky. 

From Asia there's India. 

From South Africa the Zulu.

J - Juliet, one of the five people names, and one of a pair, as in Romeo and Juliet.

K - kilo, now hthe UK has joined Europe in being metric.

Lima - one of the five placenames.

M for Mike, one of the five people names. I met him in November.

N for November, when I met Mike.

O for Oscar. One of the six personal names. Papa should have got an Oscar for playing a papa. 

Q for Quebec. Not just the Yankees in North America, but also the Canadians.

Romeo, one of the six names. He went after Juliet, ran after her, courted her. His name is after hers in the alphabet.

S for sierra, one of two descriptions of land, ending with the letter a.

T the tango dance from South America. A pair with the other dance, foxtrot.

U uniform, worn by the military, and school children.

V - Victor - a militry man, a Yankee, or a school boy called Victor in school uniform.

W - for whisky, not drunk by the military, Yankees, nor by anybody in uniform.

X for X-ray

Y for Yankees, who lieve across the border from the Canadians in Quebec.

Z for Zulus, one of the placenames.

Anniversary comical poem 553 by Angela Lansbury

Angela Lansbury and husband Trevor Sharot on their 49th wedding anniversary. 2025, April.

A birthday's a solo event

About when you think life begins

(Unless you are born a triplet

Or have to share because you're twins)

A wedding anniversary

Is for two of us, you and me

Now forty-nine years together

Four seasons of marriage weather

We tried all thes strong emotions

Let each one take their teaching turn

Drowning in parting, in sorrow

Forgetting when passion fires burn

We've surved wars outside each other

Been bold with new paint, painted mould

You ask what are the lessons learned?

Hear my half of how truth is told

Some say marriage is a blessing

Others say that it is a curse

I've tried single but stayed married

Single friends say single is worse

In marriage two are together

In snow and sun and wind and rain

And when things are not going right

Someone listens when you complain

By now I can sort a spider

You could sew buttons on a shirt

But I think I'll sew on buttons

Whilst you clear the car wheels of dirt

A long life's not always roses

Despite what young love supposes

Things won't always stay like first seen

Marriage runs like a football team

Sometimes winners have the last word

When it seems right, one speakes for two

Now we'll trudge on for one more year

You stay with me, I'll stay with youm

-ends-. 

Angela and anniversary plate. 

Idiotic Idioms comical poem 552 by Angela Lansbury

Darling, pull your self together

Because, better late than never

Always get your act together

For me, a friend in all weather

You can't teach an old dog new tricks

But learn something new every day

So, let's make hay while the sun shines

Quick, we have to go a good way

Today I am on tenterhooks

Wondering if I should leapfrog

Over to my umbrellas 'cause 

It's started raining cats and dogs

Should I sit tight, weather the storm?

Stay at home, I won't come to harm

You look as if you've seen a ghost

Maybe I should sound the alarm

Please, dear, don't give me a black look

I mustn't be in your black book

Maybe you should make a clean breast

Of it, and get it off your chest

I'm trying to stay on the ball

But this task drives me up the wall\

I think that you should all play ball

Because pride comes before a fall

We know, at the end of the day

You are as wet as a drowned rat

And, it seems, as blind as a bat

Phone home before you hit the sack

Please sit up, wind up, settle up

I think we should call it a day

I'm sure you can hold up, dear friends

If those pigs are all in your pay 

Ill winds blow no-one any good

It'll be right as rain, touch wood

I enjoy wining and dining

All clouds have a silver lining.

-ends-

Passion For Collecting Clothes comical poem 551 by Angela Lansbury

 Collecting spreads like infection

 Collecting creates connection

Connection leads to correction

Correction is like resurrection

As a child I collected stamps

Which showed dancers in national dress 

The colours of the national flags

Then coins with Queen's hats I liked best

I then collected small thimbles

Stored in a case hung on the wall

Though I've moved on, they haven't gone

I dust and make sure they won't fall

I collect clothes, caps and ear-rings

I collect scarves and belts and gloves

Collecting jewels, pretty things

In every shade, that's what I love

Sewing machine instructions, cards

Though many craft shops went away

They might open again one day

Their cards come in useful one day

What can I paint on a tee-shirt?

On a postcard or birthday card?

Copy fake flowers or a dress

From my vast store that is not hard

Now my friends have passed away, I

Collect poets' obituaries

I note dress codes for funerals

Cute quotes on invites to cemeteries.

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I accidentally saved my previous poem 550 to my blog on clothes, so I reworte it with verses on clothes.. S

Passion for Collections comical poem 550 by Angela Lansbury

 

Thimble collection. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Collecting is an infection

 A collection's a connection

A connection's a correction

A correction's resurrection

I used to collect postage stamps

I stored them in treasured albums

They made small me feel very tall

Scraps of paper the size of thumbs

I then collected small thimbles

Stored in a case hung on the wall

Though I've moved on they haven't gone

I make sure that they never fall

Collecting clothes, hats and ear-rings

Collecting scarves and belts and gloves

Colleccting jewels, pretty things

In all coours, that's what I love

Collecting brochures, leaflets, maps

Though many places went away

They might open again one day

Their cards come in useful one day

And now my friends have passed away

I collect obituaries

Write notes and dates on grey headstones

Collect dead in the cemeteries.

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Holiday Memories & Plans comical poem 549 by Angela Lansbury

Sunwing Hotel, Thailand. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

 I'm dreaming of next holiday

When I can simply laze all day

In the best hotel we'll afford

Where none of us is ever bored

I dream of holidays long past

Prepare for feasting with a fast

I do not need to buy more clothes

Where last year's went, God only knows

And while I think of what might be

My mind hunts through my memory

I censor problems, right wrongs

My mind only plays happy songs

I do not think of hammer toes

I do not think of buzzing mosquitos

I do not think of delays and dirt

Broken limbs, strains, stains, blisters, hurt

The shop sells everything you lack

A hundred things you didn't pack

You need sun glasses, pills, a mac

It's all too heavy to carry back

You have to search through all the tat

For gifts for those who fed your cat

The prices prove which goods are finer

Although worldwide, it's all from China

Think - swim around a swimming pool

Then ice cold drinks will keep me cool

I'll read, how slowly time will pass

We'll sit sunbathing on green grass

Children squeal in a special pool

It's even more fun than their school

Well watch with one eye from afar

Until it's time to call a car

On their big balcony we meet

See sea at sunset, busy street

I'm dressed in white shells, Thail silk best 

Look fine to dine, then huge bed rest

A table by a seaview window

Candles cast a romantic glow

The room's arches, murals, impress

Each server's sparkling national dress

The soup sipped, tasty, names are strange

Fruit colours carefully arranged

I'll take more photos with my phone

Re-live highlights when I get home.

In pictures of tropical lands

The palm trees lean across cream sands

Hammocks sway by cute, painted huts

No fear of falling coconuts

In dreamlands, the tough grass is greener

Distant, dirty streets look cleaner..

'though not as perfect as it seems

The past looks perfect in my dreams.

-ends-

I changed In dreamlands all the grass is greener, which flows well and has lots of sublt irony, but my revised version is more specific. Tough grass (in Singapore). Singapore is cleaner, but uniquely, everywhere else is dirty, apart from Disneyland. And five star hotels. Antywhere you are paying more than 100 dollars a day without food and lodging is clean. 

I changed 'the dirty streets look so much cleaner', adding the word distant.

Good in parts, says my husband. Not the holiday, the poem.

Summer Sun Delights comical poem 548 by Angela Lansbury

 

In summer sun time, each British girl knows

In this brief time, pale people take off clothes

Build sand castles, like kids, slide down sand dunes

Sink into soft sand, play happy, loud tunes

If blue sea, white waves, wide sky, catch your eye

Buy tickets, then bouncing boats collect you

Ride with picnics, sunscreen, brimmed hats by you

Ouch - sunburn! Let brollies' shade protect you

In Singapore we could swim in the pool

In humid weather, it's good to feel cool

In tropical sun, ten minutes is enough

Clinic photos warned cancer, looked rough

Yet, we're all hoping for much warmer days

We envy friends who are going away

Until we hear tales of sickness, loss, cross

Glad to get home at the end of their stay

I won't sleep on sand, nor live in a cave

I'm neither so desperate, nor brave

Rescue me from remote beaches alone

I'm happy to sit at my desk here at home.

Palm trees looks romantic, and starry nightscave, sand, mosquito

Seafront promenades, coloured twinkling lights

Until you wake up with mosquito bites!

On balance, I prefer here, I'll all right.

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Life, Death, Reincarnation and Dinner comical poem 547 by Angela Lansbury

What's life and death to you and me 

For me it's all a mystery

I don't feel reincarnation's

Like changing trains in life's stations

I stare at plates during dinner

Thinking the eater's the winner

Letters to lions from the deer

I'm sure would say, 'Wish you weren't here!'

I'm amazed silent strawberry

Reincarnates into laughing me

How milk turns into yellow teeth

Thin chicken to wide feet beneath 

A teeny weeny bit of me

Only the bit that others see

Stays in paintings and in photos

 All busy posterity knows

My childhood's already long past

Although my hair still grows like grass

I hope this poem stays all day

I'm preserved in a noval or play

Before it's tipped from life's wheelbarrow

When I'm gone like a shadow

And you'll have something left to see

But I won't see, no, no, not me

I shall leave money in banks and wills

To pay for a funeral, lawyers and bills

After death I shan't return

But distribute to hungry worms

Although in life I've a loud voice

After my death I've little choice

The wind will blow and life go on

Your voices sing my silly song.

-end-

Strawberries. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright. 

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I originally ended with

Other voices will sing my song.

I thought that was too sad.

It's supposed to be a comical poem. You should end with a smile.

So I ended Your foices sing my silly song.

April 1st Jokes - False Flowers? comical poem 546 by Angela Lansbury

 On April 1st some people like

To paint a car just like a bike

I do not mind if what I've heard

Is clearly from first sight absurd

So long as it does not cause pain

But's merely meant to entertain

Looks at life in another way

Some write good night when it is day

All of us spend several hours

Walking past dresses showing flowers

And fake eyelashes helping looks

Bookends and coasters carved like books

Did you stop, stare and wonder why

Old church ceilings look like the sky

Statues show babies, holy heads

And sculptures which mimic the dead?

Pictures and texts long past we feel

Were thought by many to be real

But now you can't say girl or boy

People, like things, are all trompe l'oeuil

'though I don't like to waste my time

I'm happy some try breaking rules

If people make themselves look fools

If it will raise a laugh - that's fine

But turn back to reality

Reassuring normality

Admit you wandered off the path

Just briefly to ensure a laugh

So plant fake seeds, write praise of  weeds

Present gardens of mad misdeeds

I like surpises, but I'm kind,

Hide morals in bouquet punchlines.

Trompe loeuil painting. Wikimedia. Mario-dorf.

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