Angela Wybrow Poems

(This poem was inspired by the choir rehearsals I attend with Voicelab, based at the Royal Festival Hall in London.)

The day that I joined the choir,
I satisfied my singing desire.
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I’m walking home, along the road,
Carrying my shopping; a heavy load.
I hear a buzzing sound right by my ear,
And my whole body fills with fear.
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I once travelled to the West of Scotland, to the town of Ayr,
And the most magnificent rainbow, I remember seeing there.
The rain was still pouring down, but the sun was shining bright;
These two factors mixed together, created a most magical sight.
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To the ‘stags' standing up in my carriage,
I realise that one of you is soon to be married,
But please couldn't all of you just take a seat?
And do I really have to listen to that beat?
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Outside the Festival Hall, folk are sitting around,
Beneath parasols of red, yellow, orange, and brown.
Waterloo Bridge is all choked up with red buses.
Beneath my feet, a yellow speedboat now rushes.
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‘There is something wrong with this mushroom! '
I heard a lady, on a nearby table, suddenly boom.
The lady was clearly upset by the whole ‘ordeal',
And, asked the young waitress for a duplicate meal.
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On the menu, I spotted Flaming Dragon Curry,
But, to try this dish, I am in no particular hurry;
It has onions, red peppers, and chicken (diced) ,
Steeped in seasoning, herbs, and Indian spice.
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Receiving a letter through the post
Is one of the things which I love the most;
I consider that there is nothing better
Than receiving a lovely handwritten letter.
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It was summer last, when I discovered the Lock,
But returning in winter, I was in for a shock.
In summer, the Market is in its full glory,
But, in winter, it paints a very different story.
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We are sitting waiting for our meal,
But all alone is how I now feel;
I open my mouth, ready to speak,
But, from my lips, the words do not leak.
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