Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Wine And Dine O'clock comical poem 632 by Angela' Lansbury

Morning At Ate O'clock

I'm always in the mood for food

It's necessary and does you good

My husband's joke on wine o clock

Started a poem I can't stop


 I rise early often at six

To eat my morning wake-a-bix

It's time for water, not yet wine

Seven's my first brekoffee time

Water bottle. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright. 


But then at eight it's eight a break

You have to wait

And weight yourself

 No-eating break for losing weight


I kick the kilo readout with incredulous sorrow

And note in my diary, diet -  tomorrow

Eight's known in dialect as eat-a clock

But Americans call it wheat o'clock


You might snack on your rice crispies

Like healthy vegan vegetime with beans and peas

After you've had your yog-a clock

You could set off for your jog a clock


For some lunch time is sandwich time

Ladies who lunch, schoolchildren dine

From fruit o'lock to soup o'clock

At twelve a buffet delve o'clock


Afternoon At Tea O'clock


Already hungry three o'clock?
Then have an early tea--clock
Stricly bee time, not a sea time
Strictly vegan, milk-free, mint and pea time

There's one event no child will knock

It's chocolate birthday cake o'clock

You might be wondering why, dear cock

They do not call it higher clock


Tea'time's replaced by coffee-clock

I'd rather have cakes choc-a block

Instead pf shopping round the block

Cook banoffee and toffee-clock


In Scotland where bodies are mighty

They have a huge five o clock High-tea

Plan snacking on some sweet nuts and dates 

A nice time with riectime on dinner  plates


Evening Around Wine O'Clock

At six it's aperitif-a clock
Andcock a clock for cocktails
Instead of food hich is hearty
In England there's a food-free sherry party


At eight bubbly at Champagne-o'clock
Before the piled dinner plate o'clock
Theres the meet and greet o'clock
Then the all you can eat o'clock

The Spaniards all eat late o-clock
They dine at nine for wino clock


But then again there's ten a clock
For cok au vin and parties for hen o'clock 
At eleven washing up o clock
Also known as clear up and clear off a clock


Now restaurant ban smoke a clock
Wwe used to have a late night coco clock
At midnigh there's no need to stop
Finally there's midnight snack oclock

And then we go to sleep to dream
Of all the food we've ever seen.
The body's a ong food and water pipe
Put it in and let it churcn around at night

In the morning the body can hail and rain
Make room for filling up again
That's why I've different times on clocks
And take away bags in my socks..

If alllergleis don't do you harm
Wake up for food with your phone's food alarm
A mobile's phone's main use I feel
Until those hunger pains get rea

You did not eat for hours - what shock!
Make sure you do not miss a meal
Make sure your phone has not been locked
But wakes each hour for food o'clock..
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Monday, July 21, 2025

New Day's Delights Returned From Hospital comical poem 624 by Angela Lansbury

 The dark night doubled each small pain

How good to see sunlight again

Home's silk pillow supports my head

The hospital begrudged a bed


From my curtained bedroom window

I can spy on the waking street

Like an animated painting

Of folk we'd love to greet and meet 


People march past without stopping

A gardener starts to cut the grass

Children off to school are hopping

Women with tote bags are shopping


Turning, whirring, bicycle wheels

A passing, busy, business car

New neighbours I don't yet know

I gaze and wonder who they are


I see passers-by parading

Preoccupied, they don't see me

It's like a free morning film show

Watching all day repeats is free


My new wheelchair's free

Borrowed, black paint

It folds, - and unfolds

My kind neighbour's a saint


Later I'll find a comb somewhere

I'll brush my teeth and comb my hair

And grateful for these tiny pleasures

Know my small home's crammed with treasures.


To halve the pain I've doubled pills

Maybe I should update my will

I'm better - bravely opened bills

I'll pay them later, sure I will


What a great start to a brand new day

Breakfast in bed, on a coloured tray.


My tummy wanted chocolate

My broken tooth said, 'No toffee!'

Someone else made breakfast

I said, 'Thank you for the coffee!'




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Breakfast in bed.

Coffee cup on coloured tray.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Drinks Good And Bad comical poem 539 by Angela Lansbury

 

Author Angela Lansbury with a glass of blush wine. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright. 

Drink's not neutral, a loaded word

Sounds very bad or really good

'You don't drink enough water, dear'

Or 'more alcohol than you should'


A vital drink is refreshing

Eases sports injuries and pains

Too much, even water, is bad

A little seems good and gives gains


What helps a hedgehog to survive?

Milk helps newborn babes stay alive

Champagne for new year, wedding toasts

On hot days water helps revive


Signs say bring water on the train

Carry a drink to run or walk

I don't think I need to explain

A drink, like tea, is shared with talk


I don't write this to earn a fee

Just to sip and smile, feel jolly

Merely to amuse you and me

While we drink our daily coffee.

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Thursday, July 18, 2024

Too Much Drink. Comic poem 441 by Angela Lansbury




Too much drink

One drink more

To tell the truth

I'll be sitting, 

And lying 

On the floor


He has to spit

He has to drive

He has to keep

Me alive


At a tasting

You should spit

But drinks are to be drunk

That's the point of it


You should spit

In a spittoon

You should not sing

A jolly tune


I'll keep quiet

Like a cork

This is not

The time to talk


It's time to talk

But not for me

I'll simply say

That I agree


There is not much

Inside my head

I'll just agree

With what they said


Drink I've drunk

Think I've thunk

Wink I've wunk

Don't think I'm drunk


I am drunk

Hope they don't know

Before I leak

I must go

Then we must go


I am yawwning

Half asleep

Keep eyes open

I must keep, awake, not sleep


I need water

Or coffee or tea

If you drink less

There's more for me


If I drink less

There's more for you

I wonder what

We should do


I stayed awake

I did well

No-one will know

If I don't tell


If I told you

If you don't tell

It's our secret

All is well.


Less likely to dance

More likely to rhyme

I hope we'll meet

Another time


The bottle's empty

It's time to leave

We've more dates planned

So do not grieve


Drink to be happy

That's a good cause

I think we all

Deserve applause.

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Sunday, November 5, 2023

Coffee comic poem 355 by Angela Lansbury


  When you start to cough

It means you are dry

So have some water

Yes, give it a try


When you are tired

Make yourself coffee

Invigorating

Off you go, lovely


Some like drinking tea

Don't start with whiskey

That is not for me

I stick to coffee


When I have a cough

It won't bother me

How to ward it off?

Just drink some coffee.

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Thursday, September 7, 2023

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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