Angela Wybrow Poems

I slip, I slide, I skid, I skate,
Around the frozen rink.
The fairy lights on nearby trees
Look pretty as they wink.
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Butterfly, butterfly, wild and free,
Fluttering on the summer breeze.
Over the land, you silently sail:
Over hill and over dale.
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(After ‘Adlestrop’)

Yes, I remember Grateley,
But there wasn’t a lot to see;
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Our long, hot summer is sadly nearly over.
No more will we see the daisy or the clover.
The leaves have already begun to fall from the trees.
No longer will the summer flowers attract busy bees.
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We're the number one street dance crew;
We’re doing what we were born to do.
We strive to reach the highest heights.
What we do is explosive: like dynamite.
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The eleven digit number, I very carefully dial,
Hoping that my query, will only take a while.
I am greeted by a cheery, automated voice:
To sit and listen, I don’t have much choice.
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I have often seen orang-utans kept captive in a zoo;
To meet one, in the wild, would be a dream come true.
Without human help, orang-utans may cease to exist;
Their presence on earth would be very sorely missed.
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Boats take to the Thames to honour the Queen:
The most craft, at any one time, the river has seen.
On to the trains, thousands of people cram.
On the roads, there are massive traffic jams.
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By train, she had travelled from A to B,
But never from A to B and then C;
A journey which did not require a change
Was well within her comfort range.
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Along the prom, I made my way
One hot and sultry summer’s day.
I was baking; I was boiled to the bone,
So I bought myself an ice-cream cone.
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