Showing posts with label mouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mouse. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

The Missing Mouse comical poem by Angela Lansbury Copyright

 


Something is wrong with this house

A mouse which nobody can see

I knocked it on the floor somewhere

And it's eluding me


I'm sure that I would be just fine

If somebody could redesign

A mouse, which falls a foot or two

Will quickly bleep, alerting you


Maybe I'll add luminous tape

So that the mouse cannot escape

You wonder how I found it

What we did to confound it


After I had looked everywhere

My husband looked under my chair

And guess what,folks

Yes, it was there.


So with this mishap in your mind

I'd be glad if you'd redesign

A mouse which you see day and night

And shouts, 'I'm on the left,' (or right)


When your prototype's reached its best

And you want to give it a test

I will drop it right behind me

Dear friends, you know where to find me.


I'm on the floor

In my own house

I'm looking for

A missing mouse.

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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'.

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A new version with illustrations will be added tomorrow.

Friday, July 29, 2022

A Wild Garden comic poem number 151 by Angela Lansbury

 

Two foxes in back garden, apple tree and roses. UK. Photo by Angela Lansbury. 


We used to have a gardener

Who called once a week and moved the lawn

And trimmed rose trees to sensible heights

My machete's an umbrella, I feel prickled and forlorn


A garden is a lovely place

But we've no milk nor honey

Useless trees attract dogs, wasps, bees

Our annual gardener wants too much money


Our garden's full of wild life

Rats, cats, snakes, foxes,birds and bees

Welcome to squirrels - everyone

Except for you and me


But never mind 'cos love is blind

Our pot-holed lawn looks dappled

Only a poet could love a place

Where every worm has an apple.


That broken fence will cost a few pence

Rats feasted on my car engine

Although we spared no expense

The rat poison hasn't yet had a win


A mouse shows guests around our house

The ivy is strangling the gutter

The worms know they will be in for a treat

When we are soon six foot under.


How lucky we are

To have a garden and a house

We have it all, six dead neighbours,

Two sleepy neighbours' cats and an athletic mouse.

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I meant the cats are sleepy, contrasting with the athletic mouse evading the useless cats. The fox didn't catch the rats. But the phrase 

'sleepy neighbours' cats' was unintentionally ambiguous. The sleepy neighbours, suggests they have wandering cats and straying dogs. 

The large hole was made by the vixen, we think.

The mouse was not in this house, but my late uncle's. Dead in the breadbin. The mouse. Not my uncle. 

We have had six neighbours die in the last decade, at intervals. Two elderly couples. Plus one man. One woman. Not appriate to discuss more here in the footnote to a comic poem. I am hoping to live to 100 you will have a few more comic poems to read. 

My other lighthearted but slightly cynical, entertaining, blogs include travewithangelalansbury.blogspot.coml and dressofthedayangela.blogspot.com

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Thursday, June 7, 2018

You Are Shakespeare To A Baby



You may not write like Shakespeare
Nor have Picasso's eye
But your baby likes a nursery rhyme
And your soothing lullaby

You might not write like Shakespeare
That does not mean you're a fool
You can entertain a toddler
With a rhyming wash hands rule

I might not paint like Picasso
I draw a line with my mouse
I do not need lions nor sculptures
Just someone to paint my house.

Dears, the moral is quite simple
Shakespeare is fun for holidays
But bus drivers, toilet cleaners
Are what we need every day.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury
June 8 2018