Meet Me On The Internet comical poem 596 version 1 by Angela Lansbury

Version 1

Joyful Meeting

Meet me on the internet

Set an alarm you can't forget

We have a link, we'll meet on zoom

 I've tidied up my messy room

I've chosen my best clothes to wear

I cleaned my teeth and washed my hair

Recorded jokes and canned laughter

Filled a whisky glass with  - water

You know I'm not a lazy fool

And I'm prepared to follow rules

All my friends say that I'm steady 

You asked me to say I'm ready 

But you must have had bad moments

Some sensible moment of doubt\

When you checked on me everywhere

I bet you've thoroughly checked out

You're sure that you won't come to harm

So you have set up an alarm

To wake you at the crack of dawn

Waiting for new thoughts to be born

You know that we can set things right

And that's why you'll sleep well tonight

After years of struggle, sorrow

We'll make a new start tomorrow

Was it just a scam or scary con?

Like others you have checked me out

 Just meet me on the internet

For a meeting you won't forget.

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I have at last found and formulated a standard style of my poems, octameters, eight syllables.

The rhyming scheme is usually aabb, two rhying couplets.

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Roses Without Thorns To Greet The Dawn comic poem number 426 by Angela Lansbury

Orange rose. Garden. Hatch End. UK. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 \You can write a poem

About roses, or thorns

You can write a poem

About the trash or dawn

I could write a poem

I really think I should

It has more chance of lasting

If I write about what's good

So I'll write about the roses

Which greet me in the morn

To make me pleased picking posies

They raise their heads at dawn

I need to have two good thoughts

For each bad one every hour

I 've solved the whole world's problems

Just think of a pretty flower.

I should be like the roses

Not thinking about doom

You can fill the place with gloom

Or spread your perfume through the room.

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Line 11 To make sure I'm happy is funnerie because it projects a purpose onto the flowers, gives myself centre of the world importance, which is absurd, yet reflects the problem with self-centred depression, but posies rhyes with roses

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Who Am I And Who Are You? comic poem number 377 by Angela Lansbury

Big Hotel Bedroom, Campanile Hotel, Montpellier, France.

Where am I? In a hotel!

I thought I knew this pillow well

Which city, region? I can't tell

I'm in heaven, or five star hell.

 I woke up puzzled in the dawn

Faced my first question of the morn

The questions is, am I still me?

Am I the person I'd like to be?

Angela Lansbury in the mirror. Photo by Trevor Sharot. Copyright.

I see my mirror then my face

I look round the familiar place

Yes, everything's where it sould be

I'm glad to see that I'm still me

My soul's not swapped and gone away

I'll stay me all night and day

I'm satisfied with all I see

It's reasssuring I'm still me

I haven't changed my height or hair

Though I can change the clothes I wear

In dreams my mind had wandered free

Now in daylight it's back with me

I'm older than I'd like to be

And shorter than I'd like to be

Not as thin as I'd like to be

Yet, on the whole, I like being me

I'm not in some house down the road

I haven't turned into a toad

And though my troubles are a load

My books show me how much I knowed

And I am glad you're still the same

Although sometimes we forget names

I hope you won't hold me to blame

But you'll be pleased to see I'm me

I've got my marbles, got my brain

Yes, everything still looks the same

No Alzheimer's, no claims of fame

I'm not Napoleon, I'm me

I may not answer very fast

But all mistakes are in the past

Forgive and start again, at last

I'm sure you're glad with what you see

I'm sure you're glad that I'm still me

And almost all I used to be

And you are you, we're stuck like glue

Don't set me free, I'm glad we're we

We are we, and parents, too

When adding up, I'll think of you

And analyse statistically

Count a child, that makes us three..

So all in all, no more to do

Although the night is now a blur

The surroundings are what they were

Let's sleep, or act, not just infer.

As antidote to tragedy

I add a dose of comedy

To sum it up, as you can see

I'm happy to wake up as me.

Now here's a phase which you can say

To keep you happy all the day

I'm happy to wake up as me

I'm very happy to be me!

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My original version ended I'm vry happy to be me. The first version was a cheery and plebeian affirmation. I have changed that to, I'm happy to wake up as me. It's more orignal. However, if you think the earlier version is easier to say, and a more relevant affirmation to everybody's day, for me and you to keep thinking and repeating to ourselves. Why not add both as a couplet, like a Shakespearean sonnet. 

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So now you see the final version..

Clothes for all weathers and seasons, comic poem 224 by Angela Lansbury

 I like sunshine but not too hot

My men are skiers. They like snow

So long as I have - museums

And shops! I don't care where I go

Some folks have favourite seasons

They think the others are treason

'We holiday in July.'  'Why?'

With nutters don't try to reason.

Some people like sun, sea and beach

Summer means to eat a fresh peach

Hiking, or towels out, at dawn

My dark blinds are still firmly drawn

Angela Lansbury with red umbrella. Photo by Trevor Sharot.

Some like dancing in puddles in rain

At least rain will water the garden again

If it saves me effort I won't complain

If it showers an hour, that's enough rain

I've parasols in most colours

And umbrellas in the others

But go out without, look about

One dropped, I've taken, it's broken

I buy lace beach shoes, white ski boots

Boxes of too high heels, gold, cute

But wear wide Crocs, spring, summer, Fall

My hundreds of shoes are too small

Angela Lansbury's clothes. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I should get my act together

Not keep buying for all weather

But my strange all seasons wardrobe

Is my great all seasons treasure.

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Copyright Angela Lansbury September 2023

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