Angela Wybrow Poems

We walked along many London streets;
We stopped at a pub for something to eat.
We walked around for miles and miles;
We saw a sign: ‘hot coffee, warm smiles.'
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Go to Crystal Palace Park in the dead of night,
And you are sure to be given a very big fright.
The dinosaurs, which you see there in the Park,
Suddenly all spring to life when it grows dark.
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There’s a day every summer which I cannot bear:
The day when millions of ants all take to the air.
The sultry summer air suddenly comes alive,
As, around and about, the ants dart and dive.
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She ambles along with her eyes on the screen:
Doesn’t know where she’s going or where she has been.
Doesn’t know what’s behind her or up ahead:
If she’s not careful, she may end up dead.
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At me, you stand there and snigger,
But when you are a little bit bigger,
You may well start to realise,
That not everybody has perfect eyes.
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It is over twenty-five years ago,
Since this lady performed a live show:
Way back then, she was one of four,
Topping the charts with hit songs galore.
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Way beneath the sizzling sun,
Dozens of children are having fun.
Dressed in swimwear, they’re having a ball,
In the fountains outside Festival Hall.
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First, the babe in arms,
Dressed in clothes of pink;
Who feasts upon Farley’s Rusks;
Who loves warm milk to drink.
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A remarkable singer, by the name of Mary-Jess,
Stands on stage, in a gorgeous, flowing dress.
She opens her mouth and her singing is sweet.
To hear her sing her songs live is truly a treat.
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To me, this bad feeling is one, which isn’t all that new;
It’s an emotion which, many times, I have been through.
It’s the final evening of my trip away,
And, deep inside, I’m yearning to stay.
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