Tuesday, July 15, 2025

The Story Of How Our New Fence Is A Ray of Hope, comical poem 620 by Angela Lansbury

 


Our old fence was weak, broken, holed

Ivy webs spread, crawled to hide it

Chipped flower pots sprawled below it

Ivy climbed up pipes beside it

Broken fence. Photo by Angela Lansbury.  Copyright. 

Everything about it shouted

Old people living here are dead

No action moves inside their heads

Their bank accounts are in the red


One weak panel had fallen down

Blown by a storm, hit by hard knocks

Let in burglars, litter, stray dogs

A badger, cat, a mangy fox


We whatsapped, emailed, asked around

Who'll fix our fence and make it sound?

Make it. last, ten years? Even more

Look young and strong, like us before


A neighbour, called, named his high price

('Cheaper's short-lived, though still looks nice')..

His team carted off trunks, twined trees

Swept up weeds, twigs and fallen leaves


Our fence is prim, proper, brand new

Solid - like dry pens? Sticks of old glue?

Like us, proud sign of stern defence

Stiff, steady, ready, our grand new fence!


New fence. 2025.

Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright. 

There's more to do, there's more we lack -

I've problems with my aching back

An x-ray shows no broken bones -

We need to fix those paving stones


But for one ill, an antidote

Today's new sight's a ray of hope.

-ends-

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