Anniversary comical poem 553 by Angela Lansbury

Angela Lansbury and husband Trevor Sharot on their 49th wedding anniversary. 2025, April.

A birthday's a solo event

About when you think life begins

(Unless you are born a triplet

Or have to share because you're twins)

A wedding anniversary

Is for two of us, you and me

Now forty-nine years together

Four seasons of marriage weather

We tried all thes strong emotions

Let each one take their teaching turn

Drowning in parting, in sorrow

Forgetting when passion fires burn

We've surved wars outside each other

Been bold with new paint, painted mould

You ask what are the lessons learned?

Hear my half of how truth is told

Some say marriage is a blessing

Others say that it is a curse

I've tried single but stayed married

Single friends say single is worse

In marriage two are together

In snow and sun and wind and rain

And when things are not going right

Someone listens when you complain

By now I can sort a spider

You could sew buttons on a shirt

But I think I'll sew on buttons

Whilst you clear the car wheels of dirt

A long life's not always roses

Despite what young love supposes

Things won't always stay like first seen

Marriage runs like a football team

Sometimes winners have the last word

When it seems right, one speakes for two

Now we'll trudge on for one more year

You stay with me, I'll stay with youm

-ends-. 

Angela and anniversary plate. 

Different Tastes - Why Doesn't Someone Tell Them! comic poem 217 by Angela Lansbury

 

When I was a small child, I liked milk and water

As a wary teen I met yogurt, strong coffee, 

My taste for drinking sweet wines started much later

Loved sweets and chocolate, lost a tooth filling in toffee

Now I love to photograph, tall, fine, green palm trees

But I can't understand why a good God made snakes

Some people like small insects, not high seas, high trees

Fight dengue with insect spreay, you must give or take

Some people tramp the moors, the great cloudy outdoors

Others dance slow in a candle-lit, dim, disco

Brits like a soft carpet, Italians tiled floors

Don't like who you know? Then, no problem. Off you go!

Creative types like lived in houses; called,  "A mess!"

Some stiff types like jackets with buttons and stiff zips

Hoarders are happily slopping around, half-dressed

Tiaras, pink ribbons, sealed packs of hair clips   

Some like old jeans, torn, stained with paint, faded

Some like sequins, satins, smart high heels and glitter

Some like bow ties, dress codes, some shrug and are jaded

Some like smoth, soft silk, others think clothes don't matter 

Some like green and red salad, healthy juice and fruit

Some would welcome my meals, others beeline to you

Some go barefoot, some love long, leather, kinky boots

Perplexed? Stand in the middle, unfazed, muddle through.

Sometimes it won't matter what you and I can say

With adults it's less stress to not make any fuss

Some unique people prefer to go their own way

Some are grateful for direction. Kids copy us!

My friend, the lawyer, her words echo in my head

Well-paid lawyers work researching all night and day

I'll always remember what she cynically said.

She warned, 'I don't give advice - unless people pay!'

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Garden City. Trees with sparkling lights. Scotts Road, Singapore. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

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