Whose Point Of View? comical poem number 724 by Angela Lansbury

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From a mosquito's point of view

The main purpose of me and you

Is to provide a tasty treat

Make sure it gets enough to eat

And from a worms eye point of view

The main purpose of me and you

Is to provide a feast for worms

Full of vitamins and nice germs

From a God's long term point of view

We are not put here to complain

About the rain, nor pray for rain

The water circles round again

From reincarnation's strange view

The next purpose of me and you

I'll see your view, then I'll be you

You'll see like me, and you'll be me.

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Homophones comical poem 678 by Angela Lansbury

 

I phoned home with my homophones

Words which homo sapiens says the same

But spells differently, spellers' hell

But great for teachers or you're into word games

Let us start with simple letter a

They English grey, USA gray

We pray we won't be anything's prey

But just be gay with friends who are gay

Hamlet said to be or not to be

He was not thinking of a bee

When we went out to have a wee wee

Some say pee, which sounds like pea

You need to see letter c at sea

C turns to s when you add e

I must confess I'm in distress

The English practise practice, a mess in the mess

The letter d appears in dye

You dye cloth black when someone dies

We all say aye when we agree

And it looks good in our eyes

F and ph both sound the same

Steve, Stefan or Stephen is his name

After the feast of Stephen

Out with Eve on Xmas Eve, even-ing

My friend Jorge like gorgeous George 

They gorge food on the gorge

The hair or the heir is in the air

Ere we're here on the weir

Flag of Wales

I've never seen hump-backed whales in Wales

We haven't take pails beyond the Pale

We left our hanger in the aircraft hangar

And drove to Bangor in a small old banger.

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There's the flee that flew

When I had the flu

The burnt hankies flew up the flue

There are two of them too

The Magic Letter E comical poem 515 by Angela Lansbury

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I love the magic letter E

Like digging with a trowel

The letter e does work for you

It changes every vowel

The magic letter E

Is friends with you and me

I sometimes wonder, hey

What does the E do to the A?

It turns hat to hate

Turns pet rat to rate

It turns at to ate

Turns my fat to fate

I sometimes wonder why

You use E after I

It turns lit to lite

But turns spit to spite

It turns Mick to Mike

It turns lick to like.

What does E do to O

I've tried so now I know

It turns ho into hoe

It turns do into doe

It turns to into toe

What does it do for you?

Turns US tru to true

A girl called Su will sue

A French cru for the crew.

And at sea you can see

To be or not to be a bee

It's helpful and it's free

That magic letter E.

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Has Anyone Seen My Simile? Comic Poem 170

 

Has Anyone Seen My Simile

Comic Poem number 170 by 

Angela Lansbury

Has anyone seen my sweet simile 10

Moved or stolen my magic metaphor

My brain is oozing with choc'late ideas

I'll phone you a feast, a buffet, much more

A poem is like a cake baked with words

Rhymes like layers of cream attract keen eyes

Strong syllables beat like background music

Big birthday cards, show photos of french fries

The thoughts fly like postcards sent from the past

The chorus chirps like the crickets at night

Verses sweep on like relentless rivers 

Like an orchestra's notes lead left and right 

Wash hands, erase old, dirty emotions

Drape yourself clean and pristine in new clothes

Ready to face the world dressed in best thoughts

Phone friends, sing on balconies, from smart shows

Like boys meets girls, like large perfumed flowers

Like ballerinas spin spiral scarf twirls

Like eating meat stews sniffed and stirred for hours

Renewed, dance fast, cross the stage of the world

As paper notes float down for a good cause

As children giggle and old folk chortle

As the chorus line curtsies for applause

Writer, reader, hearer, feel immortal.

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Secret Joys Of New Knickers Shared

I proudly wore my new knickers today
I found a brand new set hidden away
Still in the packet, brand new and bright clean
Not stained, faded, jaded, crisp gleam pristine

I wish you could see, dear - wish you were here.
The colours were bright and light and so clear
What joy to fetch, the elastic won't stretch
I've no fear they'll pop and shockingly drop

Try all, wear all three? Yes. No one will see 

I can or could, I feel happy and good

The colours are varied, red, white and black

I've lost the receipt - I can't take them back!

I'd found an old, new set hidden away
Proudly worn, soft silk, new knickers today.

No, no-one will know, so no-one will care
But it's a small joy I just had to share.

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Copyright Angela Lansbury 2019 Aug 24
Comic poem.