Every Poem Needs A Twist comic poem 446 by Angela Lansbury

Every poem needs a twist

Each, novel, joke and story

Add a line which can't be missed

But's recalled. brings you glory

You can have a twist at birth

Boy or girl, or black or white

Extra limbs or missing some

Intersex, hermaphrodite

Masks and foreign places. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

You must have a twisted death

In a foreign and strange place

Die with jokes, a wake with mirth

Or a mask ripped off a face

Wedding cakes which make all ill

Lawyers never send the bill

Shroud of rainbows, ribbons frills

Give lots to me in your wills.

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Loving Son's Phone Call comic poem 221 by Angela Lansbury

I carry my phone all the time

I might get an important call

Good news will make me feel so fine

I welcome all, well, almost all

Sunday I was feeling lonely

When I was home, bored and alone

So I was glad someone called me

Was that some good friend on the phone?

Some callers I don't understand

Don't know my name, sex, where I am

They ask me questions in Chinese

No friend, it's just another scam

They want to sell me things for stairs

When I live in a bungalow

Or sell me pet food, I've no pets

I really think they ought to know

A voice I know - why, it's my son!

I am so pleased that I am wanted

How lovely, kind of him to call

He does not take me for granted

How glad I am when my son calls

First checks if I am welĺ or ill

He'll help me, if I pay his bill

Last, urgently, Mum, write your will.

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Kings and Queens comic poem 189 byAngela Lansbury

 

Description	English: A knitted postbox topper, commemorating the coronation of King Charles III, along Court Road in Goddington, London Borough of Bromley.
Date	20 April 2023, 09:49:18
Source	Own work
Author	Doyle of London

Kings and queens, the world has so many

Since Victorian days of spend a penny

Some think royals are too many

Some poor countries don't have any

Many grand kings lie in state

Henry, numbers one to eight

Charles the first

Who met his fate

Charles the second had to wait

Jolly and not second rate

Now we're on to Charles the third

Kings always get first and last words

George the fifth in the first world war

George the sixth, and a few more

George spoke on the radio

Edward, and Mrs chose to go

While some supported wife one, Diana

Now we've no choice, it's wife two, Camilla

Now Charles the third's coronation celebration

Makes the UK a united nation

Some kids cause a moment's worry

Happy Harry, what's the hurry?

Our widowed queen Elizabeth was very fond

Of those who left, thought it was right, to cross the pond

Will and Kate will have to wait

But smile as part of the royal plate

Walk demurely through life's gate

One day such a day will be your date

Warm up onlookers who once were cold

Time for Charles, who's getting old

To ride in a carriage covered in gold

What a grand sight to behold.

Serious people stop to pray 

Time to stop work, time to play

Pay for Charles chocolates, buy union jack hats

Time to wave, have a joyful day.

Tourists travel from far away

Some camped in tents overnight

Watch rehearsals with delight

Thousands march to make it right 

Union Jack dress! What shall I wear?

Even online, photos to share

Eat egg tart, royal fare, if you care and dare

One day, I'll gladly say, I was there!

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George V spoke on the radio for the first time in 1932. 

Books by Angela Lansbury, author, include:

Poetry Workshop workbook, first published 2008

Writing Poetry For Fun, first published 2008, republished in 2011

Animal Poems 2012

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We saw a Dinosaur, published in 2013

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Writing Every Day's Wrongs

I ought to write every day

I wish this thought would go away

Do what I think, not do and say

Then you could read me every day.

They say that writing clears your mind

Of things which should be left behind

Unfortunately love is blind

Re-living past wrongs is unkind.

Some things are better left unsaid

Unwritten, buried with the dead

Will writing really clear your head?

Move on's what mother often said

So now I see what holds me back

The barrier, the will I lack

I have exposed that fatal fact

That child's ear thought holds my hand back.