The victim's statement in the court
May tell only of how they're fraught
But now be glad the villain's caught
May their sorry life come to nought
At the end, how much did they gain
Why adding to the world's pointless pain
The contrast picture you can paint
Is your rogue loved one as a saint.
It depends on how you spell it.
It depends on how you sell it.
Create your own mystery.
Write your own history.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury. 2025. July 26th.
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I'm sitting in the A and E
Accident and Emergency
An ambulance transported me
What will they do? Just wait and see
They have to take a lot of notes
Which have to pass from hand to hand
Before they give pain's antidote,
I'd like to hear a marching band
I'd like to hear a country song
Or watch a joyful travel show
"When will a see a doctor here?"
The nurse tells me, "I do not know
'Because even if you were first
If someone serious comes in
The doctor has to see them first
And most of our short staff are missing.'
It's gone midnight, I ought to sleep
Why is this room not dark?
Other patients chat loud all night
First thing wrong at Northwick Park
I have to say breakfast was good
Fruit! Banana's my preferred food
Easy to eat and not much mess
A quick relief for my distress
Two pregnant women vomiting
At breakfast time, not the best thing
The only good thing I can see
Is others are worse off than me
Back home with pills and into bed
A soft pillow under my head
What did I learn at A and E?
Good to be home, good to be me.
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