World Poetry Day comical poem 537 by Angela Lansbury

 

Today is world poetry day

When every budding poet knows

You have to speak in poetry

And not one wasteful word of prose

I tried to speak in poetry

Asking prices from the plumbers

One cut the call. Seriously.

I got strange looks from the builders

I said, "Write down your quotation

So that my husband can compare

And please punctuate the numbers

Don't stick dots, commas, everywhere!"

Now that poetry day's over

We all breathe big sighs of relief

Poetry's best left to poets

Not busy builders, that's their belief.

-ends-

Colours and numbers, symbols and flags comic poem number 429 by Angela Lansbury

Rainbow socks. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Happy colours in the rainbow

Happy colours all around

How many colours do you know?

In your wardrobe, hair, sky, on the ground 

White is for light, in the summer so bright

Red is for blood, flag, patriotic mood

Black is for night, calm sleep, that's all right

Brown is for chocolate, good earth and bad mud

Burgundy is a dark colour of fine wine\

925's good silver, cheaper than gold

Nineties tells you that the weather is hot

Nineties means you're wise, writing wills and old

Squirels can be red, grey, striped or deep black

My favourite hair colours? Ginger. Red

If the food has gone black I'm sending it back

 White skin means youre an albino or dead

Green stand for go

Red means please stop

Yellow helmet for safety

Black helmet for cop

Black clothes easy to clean

For a school uniform

No-one knows who you are 

Why that colour has been worn

I placed an order, emerald buttons

They sent me dark green, the colours don't match

You can hide a stain, let colours march on

I hid a small hole with a jolly gold patch.

I'm wearing rainbow colours today

I'm not having a political say

It isn't that I'm colour blind

It's just that I can't make up my mind.

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Funny Bunny Blogger Spotted by Angela Lansbury

 

A blog's exiting, new and cute

Like fur, like smiles, like a silky suit

But a blogger's like a farmer

Looking, waiting, for a reader

A blog's a battle, a blog is art

A blog's a skill, speaks from your heart

Yet being a blogger's such a bother

Watching the numbers tumble and crumble

What can I add to the mixture?

Always pouncing on a picture

Noting everything you eat

Your every move, or treat, must tweet

Or short and sweet

Or better be bitter on Twitter

Then after you put in lots of time

Suddenly the numbers climb

I really want my posts to thrive

I wonder, and worry, if they'll survive

Readers, breeders, who are they? Far away

My unknown friends have made my day

I hope I gave them a great big laugh

Sigh, smile, confused, half and half

I must make blogging a daily habit

Until the readers breed like rabbits

I'm rarely rude, or crude or lewd -

Unless that happens to be my mood

A picture's worth a thousand words

So add cute pix, make sure I'm heard

I need not end too worldly wise

Enough ears up, wide-eyed surprise.

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Pictures from rabbit, wikimedia.