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Tuesday, September 8, 2026

On The First Day Of Christmas Please draw for me. Comical poem 852 by Angela Lansbury

 

Photo of Xmas tote bag. By Angela Lansbury. 

I was thinking that songs for children should be up-to-date and educational. I want to update a numbers song. I thought of the first day of Christmas.

It was published in 1780 so it is out of copyright. There's a website called songfinder. But I decided it was safer to use Wikipedia. I found the words

On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree

On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,

And a partridge in a pear tree. 

On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree

On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,

And a partridge in a pear tree. 

My updated version starts:

On the first day of Christmas please draw for me

A parakeet in a pear tree (or A parrot in an apple tree)

On the second day of holiday please draw for me

two black cats and two red roses

three dogs with big eyes, long tails, black noses

four pretty flower posies

five funny little fishes

six filled bowls and fruit dishes

Seven swans, and cygnets swimming

Eight cows, cups of milk and drinking

nine little children dancing

Ten gymnasts bravely leaping

Eleven pretty pipers piping

Twelve little drummers drumming

Thirteen in a choir, humming

Hum-m-m!


During the holidays I went to the park

Just for the afternoon, it soon got dark

We swam in one heated pool

Had a shower to stay cool


We rode on a wooden donkey

And climbed like a real life monkey


We swung on one swing

And climbed up two sets of ropes

We ran through three tunnels

Asked for ice cream, full of hopes


We rode on a little train

Which went round and round again

We saw people walking dogs

And a pond with fish and frogs


We went to soft play at a zoo

Saw an animal or two

I saw one rabbit

Which had a chewing habit


I saw two little sheep

Their white wool was very deep.

It grew dark and we were tired 

From running around with soft toys we'd acquired


And once somebody fell on the muddy ground

For five minutes they cried and wailed a dreadful sound

But their mother gave them a mermaid sticking plaster

And soon they giggled and I heard lots of laughter


And I was yawning and ready for a sleep

At the end of the day and my eyes could hardly keep ...


So we fed the animals some food

But then grandma said we had to go away

So I waved goodbye to pigs and promised

Grinning goats, dears, we'll come back another day.


-ends-

Dears hints at deer.

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Tuesday, May 7, 2024

Sleep, Sleep, comic poem number 407 by Angela Lansbury

 

Red duvet cover. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, yes, I need deep sleep

I won't waste time on counting sheep

I wake up when the birds go tweet

I haven't slept a wink all week\


Imagine birds sleep in their next

no, hey will not let me rest

On greeting cards birds look so sweet

In real life small beaks


Until at last I drop in slumber

Would not wake to the loudest thunder

Daylight shoves my lids asunnder

I stare at the clock in wonder


What's the time, don't dare to peep

So long as I turn off the light

I might make it rhough the night

Exercise on an invisible bike


Imagine it's a tiring hike

Stick my toes up in the air

Upside down chair if you like

Biking on a trip to nowhere


Shut my eyes, hum a hymn

What I need is a deep sleep

Don't need an expensive gym to thin

Sleep is healthy, sleep is cheap


Whilst I'm lying in the bed

write a poem in my head

Songs are short, poems are long

More money per word from a song.


I haven' slept a wink all week

I dinot waste time counting sheep

Don't complain it's the same refraing

It's a chorus coming round again.

-ends-

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Wednesday, July 26, 2023

Travel Writers' Rites and Rights Comic poem 203

My husband likes mountain biking

Me? Swimming pools, ground floor motels

He likes camping, motor bikes, tents

I prefer small, five-star hotels


My husband climbs a volcano

He jogs to raise heartbeats and sweat 

But for me gyms are a no-no

Find Jacuzzis, Western toilets


Travelling is a compulsion

We're running from and running to

I'm willing to brave adventure

But I'll leave the driving to you


If the plane's late and we must wait

I won't complain, just claim, survive

When the plane has landed safely

It's just enough to be alive


I must be taken door to door

All clothes and shoes stacked in the car

It takes us a week to check-in

And unpack wherever we are


I'm running away from my home

I'm running away from my stress

I'm running away from clutter

Soon the hotel room's the same mess


I've been to so many places

I need to check where I have been

Seen vineyards on each continent,

Bought green bottles of each cuisine


I'm taking photos all day long

Station murals, symbols on trains

Sheep block the road, grinning shepherd

Small seats, set meals on grand big planes

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Recording everything as if

For a future book on the past

Record like I'll live for ever

Record as if today's my last


Record: when things are different

Record: to show we're all the same

Record: to praise things to copy

Car hire dents: prove I'm not to blame.


To share excitement with the world

Send parents secrets on WhatsApp

To show that I've arrived safely

To prove that I've got safely back


I cannot show the hat I've lost

I never show streets without lights

I find bargains, complain of costs

But never show mosquito bites


Past tsunamis, wars, ghosts, murders

Endless mysteries to unravel

 Australia  - Albania

Yo-yo, boomerang of travel.


Now we've Instagram, Pinterest

Interviews and video clips

What do I share from my travel

Warnings, secrets, and handy tips.

-ends-

Copyright Angela Lansbury, 2023 26 July.

Change line to

But driving is not what I do


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