Muddle Puddle comic poem number 439 by Angela Lansbury

Angela Lansbury contemplating, wearing a Union Jack red white and blue wig. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

My life's a path with a puddle

My mind's filled with tangled muddle

My photos unfocused, sideways

And sometimes upside down

You can save yourself some heartache

Over littered spelling mistakes

Alert, correct automarrect

One small brain's effort's all it takes

But with a little effort more

I turn my attitude around

Pay myself a neat compliment

Praise has such a pretty, sweet sound

I don't drive the wrong way round

I drive the scenic long way round

I don't frown, like a surprised clown 

I wear frowns and smiles upside down.

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Couples Coupling To Solve Life's Jigsaw Puzzle comic poem 381 by Angela Lansbury

 

Wedding palace in Albania, photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

All over the world couples are coupling

Two's better than one, one's better than nothing

Some hide themselves behind a wall

But others want to tell it all

Most times I like your face, body and mind

But once in a while I think I was blind

You wore a smart suit on our wedding day

It went back to the hire shop the very next day

We try to buy wisely, we struggle and sell

We pretend to the world it's all going well

The old folks died and went to heaven

While the youngsters argue in self-made hell

Our moods go up, our moods go down

From so high it hurts when you hit the ground

We fly to the sun, come back to the rain

We save a fortune, spend all, so must save again

Our life is like a song's refrain

It's easier to say the same things again

Your Mum thinks you're better than all the others

We both think our Mum's better than yours and all others

We wish we had more support from sisters and brothers

We seek solace in potential lovers

Then we realise we must compromise

Now we've become fathers and mothers

Like a jigsaw showing all kinds of weather

All the pieces come together.

Some say the whole things follows a plan

Some say each piece is put in by man

Some say rush in and race to the end

Some say take it slowly, team work with a friend

Life starts as a mystery and a muddle

Yet fits together like a jigsaw puzzle

You can wonder why, or smile, or sigh

Just be satisfied you completed life's puzzle.

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Reversed Letters 197

 

  Я 

The miracle chains of old alphabets

Can be learned for free online, and self-taught

Revealing old stories we can’t forget

Alpha and omega’s origins caught.  

Letters reversed remind us

Of things we have forgot

Reversed R is in toys are us

Reading and writing are not.

Hebrews and Arabs wrote right to left

Chinese from up to down

Lift numbers go from down to up

They always make me frown

I thought I'd be a polyglot

And every language learned

Would add to my enlightenment

No wonder books are burned

I've always found that history

Mixes misery and mystery

The Greek and Cyrillic alphabet

I am not quite confident yet

Writing right to left, then left to write

I see why letters were changed

A thousand years of muddle

An improvement? Just re-arranged.

Right to left and left to right

Maybe I am autistic

It all becomes a whirr and blur

Enough to make you ballistic

I've loads of books and sheets of words

I've gone to endless trouble

I put so much work into it

Yet still I'm in a muddle

I need to get this sorted out

To improve my mental health

If I teach it, maybe I'll learn it

And grow my stagnant wealth

We both know what I ought to do

Instead of writing this to you

I ought to make it clear to me

Instead of writing poetry.

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Copyright Angela Lansbury 2023 14 Friday July 

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Her Name Was Becky, she wasn't a techie - comic poem by Angela Lansbury

 

Her name was Becky; she wasn't a techie

She wasn't a fool, 'cos she went to art school

She wore a short dress - it was such a success

No boy could resist when that girl did the twist!

Her ear-rings shook, long - she could do nothing wrong

Black eyes, her face pale, one ex-boyfriend on bail

But what did he break? She claimed, 'just a mistake'

She got in a muddle, lost keys, such trouble

Yet she smiled, easy-going, always such fun

She quoted her Mum - 'there's someone for everyone'

She was my best friend, but, all good things must end

She married young. Why?  Had had a baby begun?

She did well for herself, found a millionaire

He was short and bald, she chopped off her long hair

I often wish I could find her, somehow

Bohemian Becky - please - where is she now?

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Based on my friend Cynthia. She went to art school. She had short hair and long dangling ear-rings. In the Swinging Sixties. We travelled to Greece, Turkey and Israel together. She married young. We lost touch.

About the Author

Angela Lansbury is a travel writer and photographer, author and speaker, fashionista. Please share links to your favourite posts or one or more of the blogs

Books include Wedding Speeches and Toasts (Ward Lock/Cassell)

Quick Quotations (Lulu.com) 

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