The Boss 195

 

Here is the boss

What is his job?

To ensure profit

To cut out loss

Would you be boss?

If you were held

Responsible

Then you'd be cross.

When no-one else

Will give a toss

Who do you call?

You call the boss!

Yes, call the boss

When you need help

To make a point

And put it across

He is the prophet

Counting the cost

So you don't lose it

So nothing's lost

When he's left, or dead

Recall what he said

What wise words

Were inside his head

That is when

You nod, "Our loss

We wish we had

Our good old boss!'

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Written by Angela Lansbury Sunday June 6th 2023. Copyright. 

What can a baby do for you? Comic poem 121

What can a baby do for you?

It cannot talk, that much is true

It can wriggle, it can scream

And smile at some deep, hidden dream

Every new parent wonders why

A baby's first word's just a cry

One day, I hope it's not too late

A baby will communicate

A robot will say if it's happy

Hot or cold, please change my nappy

I'm tired, I am about to die

I'm cross - but have no idea why

I want to sleep

Please go away

I'd like a hug

But not today

I know you

I've seen you before

I like to throw things

On the floor

I like this milk

Now give me more

I do not like this lullaby

I love Mum but do not know why

I like Mum and I like Dad

I like Babygrows and mittens

I like milk and I like kittens

All in all, life isn't bad

I like lying on the floor

When I can walk I'll do much more

What is a spoon for, and a fork?

I can't wait to walk and talk!

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My Phone And My Rule

 My Phone 

by Angela Lansbury

You are never alone

With a mobile phone

It's the link between

Yourself and your home

It's like a mother which minds your day

You panic when it goes astray

I might never find it again

My God - have I left it on the train!

I tell my family, "I think I've lost it!"

They snap, "Not again! Empty your pockets!"

No luck. "Then empty out your bag.

Why d'you have two tote bags, like an old hag!

"You do this to us, every time

Why don't you remember where you put it!

I'm not going to help you out again

This time you go back and look for it 

I regret that the whole world would agree

That most of my troubles are caused by me

I make the whole world grumpty and cross

As I lurch through the day with loss after loss

But now I'm a granny so I can teach

And demonstrate, show, tell and preach

"Knot every knot, tie every lace

And make sure each item's in its home place

Don't live you live a crumpled mess

Know your phone number, your hotel's address

List what you packed in your suitcase

So you can win life's potholed race.

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Written at Swanwick, Writers Summer School.