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Showing posts with label Hillview Road. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hillview Road. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2026

Read and Write a Limerick. Comical Poem 825 and Poetry Information and Instruction by Angela Lansbury.



 There once was a lady in Harrow

Who lived in a street high and narrow

It took lots of will

To climb up the hill

With her shopping in a wheelbarrow.


Indians moved to Hillview Road

Proud of their new olde worlde abode

Smart garden's foxes

Bred under boxes

Where gold rings and bangles were stowed.


Union Jack on bath mitt.

In England's streets we fly our flags

And welcome visitors in drag

We've a king and queen

And royals not seen

On tee-shirts, caps, key rings and bags.

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My first version, thinking of my late neighbours Loudon and Alice who had foxes in the back garden. However, Hatch End now has many Indian restaurants and new residents, so I changed the limerick to fit the new reality.

The rhyming scheme is eight syllables for the first couplet. only five for the second two, and return to eight for the fifth and last line. You need two rhymes. Using the letters of the alphabet for short to show the rhyming lines, to aabba.

Now write a limerick using the name of your street, area, city, or country.

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Thursday, June 30, 2022

Hatch End Hill View. Comic poem 145 by Angela Lansbury.



Come to visit cleaned Hillview Road

And view our small, cute, quaint abode

Hillview, not new, hides in Hatch End

We hide old family and new friends


Our road leads to a bustling school

At busy times observe road rules

We ban bad parking

And dog poo and barking


In long, hot summers, roses bloom

Garages turn into sun rooms

Daily mail crowds through each letter box

Our night patrol is a bushy-tailed fox


Neighbours stroll past with silent dogs

Back garden pools breed fish and frogs

Squirrels dig, hide acorns they love

Proud magpies upstage owls, pigeons, doves


The strangest thing you'll every see

Mugs or poems (hang) on a/Philip's poem tree


In leaves above, green parakeets

Squawk, preen and paint my favourite streets

Fine fir trees frame distant hill view

Fill photos' foregrounds - we miss you.

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