The Password Game comical poem number 000, actually 610, by Angela Lansbury

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Today we're going to play

The password game

On all the websites worldwide

The rules are just the same

Don't use the word passport

And do not use your name

To order food for dinner

You must be a password winner

I can't understand why

Some teenage whiz

Doesn't have a team of hackers

To tell me what my password is.

I dream I'll make my fortune

At least achieve modest fame

With this little poem called

The Password Game

But if I die tomorrrow

I realise with sorrow

My words won't be seen nor heard

If no-one has the password.

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International Poetry Day - Comic Poem 167

Hail the global Poetry Day! 

Set your syllables in order

Sort old, lost rhymes, blow dust away  

Print a pretty, fern-filled border

Proudly pick out your best poem

Buy, and unwrap, a gold, fine frame

On the wall, enhance your sweet home

In a child's eyes, you have found fame.

The world's best poem is mother's

Like cooking, hers outshines others.

Except gran's historic pleasure

Awesome as a Roman treasure.

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Copyright Angela Lansbury 2023 March 21st.

Author's comment

The word International pushed the syllable count up to 10 from 8, so I changed the word to global.

I now see other on The Fertile Brains in WhatsApp calling World Poetry Day.  I thought that so long as the correct term was in the title, that was good enough.

A couplet or four line verse is enhanced by a nature scene background or border. 

Unwrap the frame because I often buy a frame which is too good for any item which needs framing. The new frame lies in its dust-defying wrapper.  But if it deserves framing, it deserves a good frame. The old, improved, poem has been elevated to wall status and deserves the special saved frame, which clears clutter. 

Just as every mother and grandmother thinks her toddler's daub is a masterpiece, each child thinks a poem written by an adult and printed is genius. Children's or child's?

I tried alternating the rhymes of the couplets lines in the last verse  from aa bb to abab, but the aa bb made better sense and had more impact. Any purist editor who hates couplets is welcome to move those lines around. So long as I get the credit.

Who can I blame?

😓 

When things go wrong

Who can I blame?

It's no good blaming

What's-his-name? 

😕

'cos what-is-name

Has gone away

He won't be back

For many a day

😲

It isn't fair

It isn't right

It's no good saying

It'll be all right

😫

It's no good blaming

God or Fate 

For the next round

You just have to wait

😦

It's not your turn

Your day will come

It's come and gone

Pull the other one

😳

I don't have fortune

I didn't gain fame

And nobody

Remembers my name

😠

And if they do

Much good it makes

Maybe I've not got

What it takes

Well, don't blame me

It's not my fault

I've only done

What I've been taught

🙍

I'm not the sort

To always complain

So I won't say

That you're to blame.

🙊

I do not want

To cause a riot

I'll say nothing

Just keep quiet.

😴

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About the Author Angela Lansbury

BIOGRAPHY

Angela Lansbury B A Hons ACG ALB PM5 EH5 DL5 VC5 
The Author of several books, including  Etiquette For Every Occasion. Wedding Speeches & Toasts. How to be the Best Man. Quick Quotations. Who Said What When.

Blogs travelwithangelalansbury.blogspot.com

dressofthedayangela.blogspot.com

translateforfun.blogspot.com

Braddell Heights Advanced Toastmasters Speakers Club Vice President Public Relations (VPPR), Previous President

Join BHA 1st Wednesday 7pm and 3rd Saturday 2 pm Singapore time 

Vice President Public Relations (VP PR) of Tampines Changkat Advanced;

Secretary of weekly online Singapore International Dynamic Toastmasters Speakers’ Club;

Member and past president of Harrovians toastmasters club, UK; Past member of HOD Toastmasters, London. Past member in Singapore of: Toastmasters Club of Singapore (TCS); Tiarel; and Senja Cashew.

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Regular attendee at annual Swanwick Writers’ School, England.

Regular attendee at annual Writers’ Holiday, Wales.

Contributor to poetry readings, and after tea courses on: Speaking On Radio To Promote Books; and Plots And Character.

Winner of many club and area speaking contests in the UK and Singapore.

Language advisor to Empire Toastmasters club in Indonesia.

Language and speech workshops in Singapore.

Speaker on radio and TV in England, Scotland, the USA, and Australia.

Compiler of a school course on public speaking for teachers to prepare pupils for school open days with attending ceremonies before government ministers, Singapore.

Former member of Harrow Writers’ Circle, London, and two writing groups in Singapore.

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The Ark In The Park version 1

Noah started building his ark
All in secret, just for a lark
Near the dark woods and deep water
In a remote national park

But when the building was nearly done
He'd grown tired of staying mum
He thought he would take it out for a run
And called the whole family in for some fun.

They sailed around just as he'd planned
Such a big boat, like a cruise ship, so grand
Unfortunately when they came into land
A 'busy' official held up his hand

"You can't park that big boat, not around here
It's far too large and it's far too near
I fear you will be causing obstruction ..."
He stroked his chin in meditation, hesitation

Noah felt in his pocket, but found no docket
Only a coin or two
A bribe would get the man on side
He knew what he had to do

He said, "You're a kind-hearted man, but have to be tough
Altough it seems sunny, the waves are too rough
We can't move off, can you move on?
Ahem - are these coins enough?"

"Well, I don't know ..." he looked over his shoulder
"Take it quickly," said Noah, now growing bolder
"Don't worry, I promise, we won't do no harm
Don't raise the alarm, in a lull between storms - we'll be gone in the morn.

"Are you sure you won't have some tea inside?
Have a look around, and come for a free ride ..."
"No, no," said the man, "I have to move on
But make sure by tomorrow you're gone."

The waters rose. Noah slammed shut the door.
Stay or go? He still wasn't sure.
On balance he thought he'd rather stay.
After all, he didn't know the way.

But the waters rose higher and higher
The weather was getting dire.
Muddy all round. Stuck in the mire.
A big wave struck and they floated away.

They drifted around for days and days.
Eventually they came to dry land and landed.
On the top of a mountain. A dry spell. they're stranded.
They all came out and looked about.

Despite the flood, they were not alone.
They'd landed in some other nation's home.
The dodo and dinosaur were both dead.
But the rabbits and cockroaches had secretly bred.

They had a big boat, and embroidered their story.
They lived on their fame - and eternal glory.
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