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Friday, April 25, 2025

Ava's Dolls' House comical poem 560 by Angela Lansbury



  Ava had a little dolly

And the dolly's name was Molly

Molly had a taller sister

And her sister's name was Elsa


The sisters lived in a big house

Which had a dog, a cat, and mouse

It had a garden, pots with flowers

A clock and sundial counted hours

 

Outside was small blue car

If dolly wanted to go far

And a train in the train station

And police in the police station 



In the hallway was a rug

Where Molly met you with a hug



In the hallway by the window

Was a long inviting settee

When you had nowhere to go

Shut your eyes, dream of the sea - or tea


In the kitchen the best honey

Which had cost a lot of money

In the kitchen was a cook

With an apron, bowl, and book


Upstairs was an attic bed

A pillow where you put your head

And a box with lots of toys

But the toys made no noise


And a wardrobe with a mirror

Where dollies could dress for dinner

And some pictures on the wall

With blue gum to fix them all


On the roof a helipad

Where you could land a little plane

Some of the roof was sloping

Made a runaway for the rain


The roof had statues of a dog

A Noah's ark, tortoise and frog

A cow, a horse, even a bear

A monster with a lot of hair


On the roof the cat with claws

Sat beside the Santa Claus

He hid on the roof all year

Waiting to deliver Chistmas cheer


Yes, dolly did have a brother

And a father, and a mother

Dolly-sitter Ava came to stay

When dollies' Dad went on holiday.


But the dolly girls went to school

And the school had lots of rules

About the times when you could play

The long weekends, and holidays.


At bedtime with a sigh

Dolly had to say goodbye

But Dolly was here to stay

Ready to play another day


So Ava shut the door, the house

Put in the cat, put out the mouse

She said, 'dear dollies, please sleep tight

I wish you, both, a very good night'.

-ends-

A new version with illustrations will be added tomorrow.

Sunday, July 23, 2023

A Mother's Farther Happy Thoughts Comic poem 201

 


 A newly-made widow, like Queen Victoria (12 syllables)

Can no longer enjoy a daily smile's euphoria  14

Can no longer feel the warmth of a passing hug 12

Nor supported by the erratic, so-called, constancy of love 16


When ogre, spectre Covid came sneaking along 12

It emptied every street, dispersing laughing throngs 12

We sat haunted, religiously, arguing from separate rooms 16

Near, though far, obsessed with loving our mutual pot plant blooms  15


We were imprisoned in the present 14

We travelled the world, sadly smiling on Zoom 11

But blocks of flats decided neighbours could still meet  12

And united the world with balconies of songs 12


If you are blessed to survive 7

You should be glad to be alive 8

When all the youngsters are again out having fun 12

You're wrinkled, old, bed-ridden, revered weekly as a wise one 15


Today when I am home alone 8

When half the world is half asleep 8

I look for a smart way 6

For love's illusions to keep 7


I'm way beyond young love's 6

Silly man-made illusion  7

And all that time-wasting 6

He loves me, loves me not, confusion 10


After all is said and done 7

My spouse is still the one 6

Who sends straightforward, sometimes angry, instructions 12

From miles away, I can shrug at any ructions 12


Yesterday my son came to visit 9

I am so pleased that he still cares 8 

For me, his wife and child, and ask if I've written a will 14

Hidden millions, and shares 6


After dinner, I bought, 'we three', like Macbeth's witches, went shopping 16 

My fingers sale-price almond croissant cropping 11

Strangers and shop assistants smile in the aisles, 11

I can cook a feast tomorrow from leftover crumbs of smiles 15


If for a moment no-one's beside me walking 12

They're obsessed with my cute grandchild, it's enough to be still talking 16

I can't be bothered arguing over shopping 12

I'm just glad my friendly credit card isn't credit stopping 15


Next day, I see a naughty fox left rubbish in the garden! 15

But I reverse my puzzled, pausing thoughts to pardon 13

To welcome proof something is alive and near 12

Just to be glad we living things are all still here 12


Last night my son supplied a farewell hug 10

At dawn, I hug, my warm, coffee mug 9

Address my plants, and laptops, no magic thoughts to miss 13

A stranger's poem blows a happy, hopping, hopeful kiss. 14

-ends-

Angela Lansbury 2023 Sunday 23rd July

Friday, February 18, 2022

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!

-ends-