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Wednesday, November 11, 2026

Condolences comical poem number 885 by Angela Lansbury

We grow from seeds parked in a womb

Why has our Mummy left the room?

We wake from a long blissful night

To the sudden shock of daylight


But we're kissed by an adoring sister

Bothersome brother or muddled mother

We cry for mother, come back here

Or else for anyone who's near


We meet more same size girls and boys

To share with us all of life's joys

Small and tall trees like giant toys

But we're the ones making the noise


We settle down, snug as a hug

Sleeping on a soft sheepskin rug

Our home's small but happy and well

Roam round one room, a carousel


She may not do much with her day

She may be living far away

Yet you recall what she would say

As if today was yesterday


End silent, stress-free in a tomb

Like jewels locked in a velvet box

Protected from germs, worms and fox 

Make way for life's next rider's turn


Some lives are short-term, some long-stay

While devout friends will hope and pray

That we have simply gone away

Won free, eternal holiday


Some live too short, others too long

Life's unfair so we must stay strong

Some things go right, others go wrong

Enjoy each day, watch dance, sing song.

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