Showing posts with label tired. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 11, 2024

A Family Of Beaming Birthday Boys And Grinning Girls comic poem number 471 by Angela Lansbury

Birthday cards. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


  The day you're born, it must truly be said

Mothers spend sleeping, or screaming, in bed

When you reach one, you don't know what it means

But when you're ten, you've got big group gift schemes


When you are twenty, you party plenty

But when thirty, you wish you were twenty

When you're forty, you wish you were thirty

Settled, or make up time being noughty


When you're forty, you wish you were thirty

When asked your age, you lie, or get shirty

When you're fifty, you wish you were forty

You feel old, even if you're still nifty


When you are sixty, it's time to retire

Wages are dwindling, ages grow higher

When you're severnty, you envy sixties

Youngsters are giants, friends are deaf pixies


When you're near eighty, tired, ready to drop

When somebody's thirty, you ask, care to swap?.

-ends-

All the lines have ten syllables.

I saved a syllable several ties by changing you are to you're.   I saved a syllable by changing nearing to near. I saved a syllable by changing soebody to someone.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Ten Old Writers by Angela Lansbury



10
Ten old writers typing in the hall
If one old writer should accidentally fall
There'd be nine old writers
Typing in the hall

9
Nine old writers typing in the hall
But if one wore a wig
To a fancy dress ball
There's be eight old writers
Typing in the hall

8
Eight old writers typing in the hall
But if one old writer answered nature's call
There'd be seven

7
Seven comic writers joking in the hall
But if one drunk writer dressed for Dracula's Ball
There'd be six horror writers

6
Six shy singers, singing in the hall
One said 'singers'? I signed up for swingers
There'd be Five

5
Five YA* writers typing in the hall
But if one YA writers got an agent's call
There'd be Four

4
Four old writers typing in the hall
But if one lost his pen and went to the shopping mall
There'd be three

3
Three old writers
There'd be Two

2
Two tired writers
One took a nap

1
One stepped forward and stood proud and tall


0
No
But if they all died, we'd find another ten
Ten new writers - would have to start again.
-ends-
Copyright Angela Lansbury
*YA - Young Adult (fiction)