Beautiful Bubbles. Comical poem 741 by Angela Lansbury.

 

A mother bought her little boy

A small box hiding a liquid soap toy

She blew through a wire wand to make bubbles

Which blew away all her day's troubles

He chased the bubbles down the street

Colliding with the feet he'd meet

But they all smiled and shared the joy

Of the tiny, wondering boy

A simple task at little cost

Made short-lived bubbles, silent, burst

New ones replaced those which were lost

To join rainbow dreams of the past

She gave a smile to passers-by

Which swept away their pothole sighs

As each new bubble floated high

To make a new world in shared sky.

Creating bubbles floating high

To white clouds drifting through blue sky

To blow away far away troubles

In a new fragile, magic world of bubbles.

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I saw a lady with a child in the street. I presumed she had just bought from a nearby convenience store. Online you can buy from

Amazon a 6 pack for birthday parties, fillers for going home bags, brand Abeec (and many more similar)

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0842VR1RS

Small containers contain a wand in each one. You can also buy big bubble blowing dispensers.

For teachers of large classes for science, or parties, it would be cheaper to make your own large quantity.

https://kidsdiscover.com/teacherresources/bubbles-for-kids/#:~:text=A%20bubble

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Drink More comic poem 418 by Angela Lansbury

Angela drinking mango lassi. Photo by Trevor Sharot. Copyright.

 I think I need another drink

The drink I need's not what you think

I need drinks of sparkling water

That's the drink which I need after

I see the room of jollity

Where most are drinking more than me

What kind of company they keep!

That much wine would put me to sleep!

I see groups, serious drinkers

Expert tasters, genned up thnkers

They swirl, take notes and then they spit

Don't look like they like it a bit

But even when I merely sip

Soon no armomas meet my nose

I must admit I wriggle toes\\

Spill water on my shrimking clothes

I see teens full of  loud laughter,

Sharing some jokes, they shout and scream.

Someone says, dear, you've had enough

They're such a killjoy, so it seems

I think I know what I must do

Make a quick dash towards the loo

And then return to drink some more

Some more of what I liked before.

I like a drink full of bubbles

A sparkling wine to pop all troubles

Prosecco, cava or Champagne

Whatever it was, I'll have it again.

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The Bridge From Night To Day comic poem 226 by Angela Lansbury

I dreamed I suffered mild distress

At a hotel breakfast wearing my night dress

 Daylight blows guilty nonsense far away

So I'm glad to greet and start my innocent day

Down by a big cool blue swimming pool

Are teachers from the tiny tots morning school

Teachers blow away small adult troubles

Busy blowing giant rainbow bubbles

Delighted children race around

As elusive bubbles drift down to the ground

A happy chance lets me glance

As burst bubbles weave a broken rainbow dance

I trot off merrily on my way

But there's another joy today

On the other side of the pool

Is another cute kiddie school

The kids line up in height mismatched

To play a joyful game of throw and don't catch

To take their turn to throw a ball

To bounce against - or miss - the wall

Inside they go to learn much more

To fold torn paper into four

Such keen and anxious little faces

Learning how to tie their tiny laces

The tots don't have a single care

They wear bright ribbons in their hair

At lunch time proudly show what they now know

The joy of tying an untidy big ribbon bow

The lesson is to be like them

And let my child mind fill again

With simple tasks I'll learn somehow

In the oft repeated stopped watch now.

I've lots of time to fill my mind

With joy and leave my cares behind

Now I'm retired, my life's all play

Each day starts one long, wasted holiday

I must let happy visions fill my mind

And leave all niggles far behind

I can fill day's long, languid hours

Day-dreaming of fairytale ivory towers

I step outdoors to a fairtale scene

Of palm trees framing a sea of green

Across the red bridge, where tall palm trees show red

Lovely visions of  small orange flowers fill my little, empty head.

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