Move! Comic poem number 351 by Angela Lansbury

We've been sitting in a groove

But now alas we're on the move

We might need a moving van

We stay in one place when we can

Now we need a packing case

We might need a storage place

We have to calculate the cost

And worry what might get lost

Now I envy the small snail

Which drags its home

Up the side of a pail

It's moving system cannot fail

A bit like living in a tent

Where you don't have to pay the rent

When you want to, get up and go

And smile at people you don't know

Who knows where our next move ends?

It's up to us to make new friends.

The worst thing is, I must say

How much we have to throw away!

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Giant snail in Ubud, Bali, more details from Wikipedia

Copyright 2023 November 1st

Plastic Bag Poetry by Angela Lansbury

Angela wearing a plastic bag as an apron.

I live on an island of plastic bags
As far as the eye can see
Instead of a coral reef there's an isle
Of old plastic bags and me.

Some kind folks praise me for all that I do
Some shake their heads and mutter
'Why is she living in such a big mess?
This house is full of clutter

I'm doing my bit to save the great world
I'm sorry it's just delay
Because one day when I'm dead and long gone
You'll have to throw them away.

Angela Lansbury, copyright 2017 June 9th.