Friday, July 11, 2025

The Good News comical poem 615 by Angela Lansbury

When you're in bed and feeling bad

There's not much you can do

Except take pills and pay the bills

Be glad you don't also have the flu 


The very good news is, my friend

That life could be a whole lot worse

You could be in the ambulance

The Black Maria or the hearse


You could have broken one more tooth

Found black ants in the white flour bin

Or found holes in your leaking roof

Burglars! The children let them in


You left ten dogs in a hot car

Put salt in coffee, burned the toast

Somebody else has burned your bra

 Put mushrooms in the Sunday roast


You bought a lovely, brand new house

The worksmanship is shoddy

You moved into a lively city

But don't know anybody


You bought a detective triology

Already guessed the end

You've a thousand likes on Facebook

But I'm your only friend.

-ends- 



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