Poetic Comedy with Angela Lansbury pt 1

Adult life comic poem by Angela Lansbury

Adult Heaven - Seeing The Queen

by Angela Lansbury

Then I was young and very small 

I was taken to see the queen

But adults stood in front so tall

That the dear queen could not be seen

I’d wanted to wave at the queen

I’d wanted to get attention

(I was told that we all should wave -

So my school could get a mention)

How old was I away back then?

Maybe just six! Maybe seven?

I thought that when I grew up tall

That I’d be in adult heaven

At first being adult was hard

You must decide, you must be brave

You have to learn to work and earn

And what to spend and how to save

Now I’ve bought a big TV screen

Which shows details of every scene

I clearly hear and see the queen

I don’t care that I can’t be seen

Now that I’ve grown and I’m adult

Kids think I’m wise, say I’m clever

So every day that I learn more

Adult life’s better than ever.

-ends-

Copyright Angela Lansbury 2014 Nov 30

Mocking Crocs

Warning - crocodiles

First a crocodile is eaten by a python. 

Then a crocodile is eaten by an otter. 

The newspapers shout EATEN ALIVE! 

Well, what do you expect. Birds don't cook worms.

Lawyers and Estate Agents

Who earns the most money? Actuaries, lawyers and estate agents? 

As a teenager starting uni I thought lawyers and estate agents were dull. I liked philosophers and artists. When I look at them now, how they have all changed. The lawyers have become far more interesting. About the philosophers and artists, the least said the better. 

My biggest mistake as a teenager, not marrying a lawyer or an estate agent.

Hospital appointments

The NHS is complaining that it is losing millions of pounds (sterling) in missed appointments. I'm not surprised.
    If you could get through on the phone there would not be such a problem. I expect half the people have died before the appointment comes around.

   My beloved uncle Ronnie had died. My local hospital sent outpatient appointments for eye tests to my uncle who had died in the hospital. I went to the morgue to get him. And show them. But he was too heavy to lift - so I had to leave him there.

Keep The Comma: Great Grammar and Great Granddad and Let's Eat ...And woman and man

Drop the comma - this week's silly suggestion.  What would happen?
Let's eat Grandma. Not the same as
Let's eat, Grandma.

Another old favourite is:

Woman, without her, man is nothing. Different meaning with different commas:
Woman, without her man, is nothing.

Odd Socks - Getting Even

Socks from Wikipedia on socks.

I have odd socks. I am not the only one. Or the only twenty-one. Or the only sixty one. To have odd socks. The bad news is, it does not get better as you get older. When I was a child I never had odd socks. My mother saw that I wore neat little pairs of socks. I outgrew them and needed new ones. As a teenager I wore tights. Tights are really two socks joined together like gloves on a piece of elastic.             Tights are for people who are tired of odd socks. That's why men are more bothered about odd socks. They were more socks - than tights - not individually, but taking a thousand men, half a dozen wear tights, the rest wear socks. Some of them have odd socks. Do they wear odd socks.

  Have you ever tried to wear odd socks? When I worked in an office I would never have worn odd socks. The odd socks went into a drawer neatly labelled odd socks.
Now I work at home I wear odd socks. Not because I need to be somewhere in a hurry. Actually, yes. I suddenly need to go out to a meeting and I need to get dressed. I am too mean. Or  as aI prefer to say, too keen on recycling, to throw away odd socks.
How do you hide odd socks? How many of you wear odd socks. You wear a pair under low boots, or high boots, or under tights. You hope you won't go to a house where the hostess or householder asks you if you mind removing your shoes.
What excuses. I have cold feed. Then wear socks.
Do you need to hide odd socks?
No, they hide themselves.

   Supermarkets try to sell you sets of coloured trainer socks. I pair of red, one pair of blue, one pair of green. Why is it that a year later I had one of each. A matching pair of a left blue sock and a right green sock, and an odd red sock.
If only colour was the problem, or rather if colour was the only problem.
  What about height? I start by matching socks by length. Nothing feels odder than a trainer sock matched with an over the knew sock, even if they are both black, or red. I worry. What would somebody say. Supposing I went into hospital. They'd put me in the wrong ward. With the Alzheimers patients. Or the psychiatric department.
   Doctors would ask me, "Do you know what day it is?"
   "No, I never know what day it is."
   "Do you know you are wearing odd socks?"
    "Yes, doctor. Of course I do. I always wear odd socks."
    A commercial company has produced odd socks. Three matching pairs of odd socks. They mix up stripes and dots in six different patterns. You buy matching unmatching socks. Same colours, different combinations of patterns. You can look odd all the time.