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Showing posts with label scooter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scooter. Show all posts

Monday, January 13, 2025

Icy Bicycles comic poem 502 by Angela Lansbury

 

Restaurant with bicycle outside in London. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

A bicycle is lots of fun

When it's summer in the sun

But when your world's had snow and ice

A bicycle is not so nice


We bought our kid a scooter

With a helmet, lights and hooter

She's too young for a bicycle

And too old for a tricycle


Even in the warmed-up kitchen 

I'm feeling very cold

Maybe I got too little sleep

Don't say it's 'cos you're growing old


Now children are excited when they look out

For the first time they see snow!

I tell friends in the tropics

'Cold as snow,' but they don't know


People ask me, 'How cold is it?'

They ask me what I mean

I think you'll understand

If I say, 'Too cold for ice cream?' 


I'll switch on my electric blanket

I'm not cycling out, alone, at all

Even if we two took a tandem

We'd be two, four, eight, icicles on bicycles.

-ends-


Two icicles on bicycles - two of us cycling, on a tandem or on two bikes

Four, two sets of four cold legs, or my two arms and two legs

Eight is two people with two cold legs and two cold arms.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Happy Days Scoot Past



Happy Days Scoot Past by Angela Lansbury

I stroll to swim, every morning
Down to the cool, soothing blue pool
I find friendly, helpful teachers
I learn from birds the 'stay calm' rule

I hear taxis to the airport
Tooting, 'Mind out!' on their hooter
A happy small girl swings, zooms round
Sings on her go nowhere scooter

The tall palm trees are waving, hey
Hello, hello, in the fresh breeze
A woodpecker climbs bark to his
Solo penthouse, in shady trees

Stay alert, look round and forwards
And rarely, carefully, look back
But mostly search for friends and food.
See what you've got, not what you lack.

A dacksund keenly sniffs the cacti
Forgetting all yesterday's hurts
Hundreds of birds join a chorus
That well-known round song: chirp, chirp, chirp!
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Copyright Angela Lansbury
Written after a swim in a pool in Singapore after seeing a girl on a scooter and woodpecker climb a coconut palm. The dog (on a lead taken for a walk)which stopped to sniff was a dachsund. Hooter rhymed with scooter. I contrasted of the impatient driver going to the airport with the girl who was happy without a destination.