I Want To Live One Hundred Years comical poem 706 by Angela Lansbury

I want to live one hundred years

If doctors can't give three or two

I'd like to spend one more decade

With, or without, the help of you

I'd like to live one hundred years

Or even only ninety-nine

Like a leasehold that's getting old

Or long-term parking with no fine

I regret spending so much time

Trying to not to get frail nor ill

With vaccines, flu jabs and masks

Six different types of daily pill

If I live to one hundred years

Journals will ask how I survived

With broken bones, and broken teeth

They'll be surprised I'm still alive

I'm hoping to regrow my teeth

Chew well, look good - ribbon, bow, tie

 Smooth skin on top, cure all beneath

A smart hair cut before I dye.

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When You're Feeling Dizzy comical poem 705 by Angela Lansbury

When I lie down or stand up quickly

No fever but I feel I'm sickly

Everything swings round and round

The ceiling swaps space with the ground

I feel like a roller coaster

On a swinging, falling poster

Like a ship goes up and down -

While waves create a scary sound

A ringing, zinging, high pitch whine

I do not hear it all the time

Only when all else is quiet

Is it lack of sleep or diet?

I'll be glad when the cause is found

Cure - physio, or pills sent round

My doctor says the inner ear

Controls both, so a cure is near.

My friend says just rotate both feet

So messages to brain will meet

Though feet and brain seem far apart

Signs travel through the lungs and heart

The world is known by eyes and ears

Right from your very early years

Earth at your feet, eye level's here

No need to think about it, dear

It's like a distant radio

Take no notice, no need to know

Your body talks, it gets work done

'til one thing fails, then that's no fun

Feet send a signal which is clear

My head's on top, my feet down here.

Or both my feet and head in bed

Stop jumping when I rest my head

Head, hear blood, don't drive me mental

Head on pillow, I'm horizontal

I'm not standing, no longer vertical

Listen, brain cells, nerves told you all

So I'll go off to A and E

I'm glad the NHS is 'free'

Paid by our taxes in advance

So when we need health, we can glance

From your toenails up to your hair

Just fill in a long questionnaire

Doctors and nurses hurry by

Leave me to trust helpful AI.

Like saving for a rainy day

AI need not get in your way

It's like your money in the banks

Helps when needed and needs no thanks.

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Tinnitus and dizziness both caused by the ear, related problems, my doctor said.

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If Your Hair Is Straight Or Frizzy comical poem 704 by Angela Lansbury

 If your hair is straight or frizzy

And you have a special date

You need not get in a tizzy

If your hairdresser is busy

There's no need for you to wait

DIY it curly or straight

Just like a shirt which you drip-dry

You make it wet, then let it dry

While holding straight with pins and combs.

Or curl your finger, when at home

In a cafe or by the sea

I promise you it works for me

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I number my poems to keep them in numerical so I can find them again, or refer back to them with other people. I discovered early on that if I kept changing the title of a poem and kept them in alphabetical order it was time-consuming to try to locate a poem, to find the latest version, or the shorter early version or to compare version 1 with revised renamed version 2, or to identify a poem which somebody else had read under a different title.

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Fabulous Food For the Festive Season comical poem 703 by Angela Lansbury

 It is always good 

To talk about food

A little something

To make you feel good

I like to chatter

About foods which matter

You ought to eat healthily

Even if you're not wealthy

Some food makes you fatter

Like sugar and batter

Whilst salads will slim you

To fit clothes which flatter

I start with something

That's good for my heart

A grapefruit with red cherry

Some like sherry to make merry

I like a Prosecco

From warm Italy

Or a Cava from Spain

Or Champagne's fine by me

We like to eat fish

Three times weekly, a dish

We never forget

To add some courgettes

And we're never mean

With well-cooked aubergine

I praise the good cook

For the care which he took

Potato in its jacket

Is easy to bake

Soy sauce in a packet

A minor mistake

End with a surprise

Christmas pud, or mince pies

At three, the king's speech

Will he praise, thank, teach or preach?

For high tea, Christmas cake

If we're all still awake

We'll all diet, I believe

Until New Year's Eve.

I hope old friends will say

'You're looking good!'

And my husband won't quip 

'Like a Christmas pud!'

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My Body Is Like A Train comical poem number 702 by Angela Lansbury

Brixton station. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 My body is like a London train

Start, and stop, and change again

Signal failure, then it runs fine

But a foreign body is blocking the line

Now I am feeling dizzy

Maybe it's a blood clot

A stroke, something permanent blocked

I do hope that it's not

My body's going nowhere

All activity has stopped

I have to wait, and rest, and read

Pretend that I don't care a jot

The system is all linked

Doctors are like engineers

Checking every junction

Don't delay with silly fears

They prod parts, check, make them function

Stop the clock, turn back the years

My body is like a London train

It stops, delayed, then moves again.

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How To Record Poems. Writing comical poetry post 701 by Angela Lansbury

Poetry notebook in the shower room. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I woke in the night with the opening couplet of a poem in my head. To not wake anybody else, I went to the shower room, placed a towelling cover on the the toilet lid for comfort, and sat thinking.

I fetched a pen and notebook and wrote out the poem. I planned to type it the next morning.

 I knew from previous experience that typing on a laptop at night could lead to me sitting up all night. Advertisements and news flashes are a distraction. So a simple old-fashioned notebook and pen in the bathroom is a good idea.

The next day I stuck a label on it, labelling it poems in black broad felt tip pen. My next addition will be a piece of elastic or a custom made pen holder. When I am asked what I want for xmas, I shall say pen holders. Buy a dozen, wholesale, at a reduced price. Than I can have one on each of many many notebooks, the diary, the poem notebook, and so on.

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I Woke In The Night, Lost For Words comical poem 700 by Angela Lansbury

Magnifying glass and laptop. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 I woke in early, in the night

I had a poem in my head

But I'd had less than 5 hours sleep

So I stayed in nice, warm bed

Now at my laptop the next day

My special poem's gone away

I live in sixes and sevens

Night's lost poem's in the heavens

If I believed in afterlife

Which I think is wishful thinking

I'd ask St Peter for each verse

Lost at night, or after drinking

Now I am in dreadful distress

My lovely poem's gone astray

Like parcels to the wrong address

Which should be safely here today.

My mind is like an empty box

I've tried the keys, shaken the locks

I do not have a single word

No clue to lead to songs I heard

I've hunted high and hunted low

Where did my witty words all go?

Not delivered intact next day

So you and I will never know.

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In case any reader was not aware of Christian mythology, St Peter is said to be the gatekeeper of heaven. Numerous jokes are about the questions St Peter puts to people who want to get in the gate. In this case I am at the gate, asking St Peter, like a postman, or a householder delivered the wrong parcel meant for another address, for the delivery of my lost poems.

I was rather pleased with these metaphors. Poems like parcels. The image of the poet knocking on doors. Hoping to find lost poems in heaven. St Peter like a porter holding deliveries. A poet queueing like someone at a post office for words to be delivered.

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My Friend's Two Teacups Gift Rediscovered comical poem 699 by Angela Lansbury

 

My friend bought me two fine teacups

When she came, one of four, to stay

As a thank you when her clan left

With thanks, on the very last day

Shae and I were very close then

We talked of our hopes and fears

Years later, her husband left her

She phoned, she was ill, in tears

The two teacups were neglected

Not a match, like buyers remorse

Her gift hidden in a corner -

Her voice infrequent, and hoarse

The cups were pushed back, neglected

Sat in a lonely, distant place

I rarely washed dust collected

Replaced, like her forgotten face

We did not drink tea but coffee

We did not need them for our tea.

Then one day we needed soup bowls

Why not tea cups? Right size, and free

Yes, now the cups are out again

We love them, use them daily

Maybe I should call up my friend

Like the cups, retrieved so gaily

Often old garments, like old friends

Are still too good to throw away

After years they come back in use

Like an old dog's, new, treasured, day.

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Doctor Calls The Pub comical poem 698 by Angela Lansbury

 

The crowded Atlas pub, where I got a personal call from a doctor. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Our wine tasting's Champagne then grub

Next Christmas party - via pub

My doctor calls me! I must have forgotten!

Body and mind must be going rotten

All doctors ask, 'How much are you drinking?'

Four drink rounds, what were they, and I, thinking!

Can't hear his questions, makes no sense

Noise, shout, about incontinence?

Now, on to gynaecology

Nobody shares, nobody cares

Pub's just the place for privacy

Drunk strangers, a doctor and me!

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Sympathisers Upstaging My Illnesses comical poem 697 by Angela Lansbury

Walking frame and Bissell Magic Broom, dustpan and brush. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

' t's so good to see you again 

Great, meeting at clinics like this

You must be sick. Family well?

'I'll blow your dead uncle a kiss'

'Why don't we meet for tea? Just me!

I know the others won't meet you

I don't know why they don't like you

Forget them. You're okay by me.'

'How lovely of you to phone me

Wait, Dad fell from his wheelchair

I've twenty grandkids, an art class

Can't talk - dashing everywhere!'

'I'm sorry you've got skin cancer

Glad to hear it's only stage three

I've stage four, Covid, flu, lots more

Must rush off, I've doctors to see'

'I'm sorry to hear you were sick

Trouble I see, with two big toes

I walk around, with a white stick

I've ten hammer toes just like those.'

'So, darling, please tell me what's new

Yes, we, too. had Covid, and flu

I've many to see, much to do.

Please call me, 'cause I won't call you.'

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Rudy the Runaway Reindeer comical poem 696 by Angela Lansbury

 

Rudy the Runaway Reindeer

took off on a wet winter's day

It's family all called, 'Wish you were here

Stay here,' - but he sauntered away.

Everyone was out looking

The police did a search with a drone

The coastguard, even the Royal Marines

All wanted to help Rudy home

A thermal heat-seeking picture

Revealed where our lad fell asleep

He was over the moon, asleep by a dune

Thank God not lost in the deep

They escorted him safely home

An end to our worry and fears

As for Rudy, he'll tell his tale

Of his travel for many years.

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