CELIA'S POEMS

            No 12   March 30

            I’ve given myself a target,

            To write a poem for every day,          

            This might be too ambitious,

            The length we just can’t say.

            Some days it may be very good,         

            Others could be “naff”,

            Of course I will be trying,

            To give you all a laugh.

            You know I’m very old now,

            And getting on in years,

            But I’ve just got a brand new job,

            To be just like Pam Ayres.

            Things are getting really bad,

            No hairdresser for my hair,

            I’ve had to have a go at it,

            First time in forty year.

            I won’t look in a mirror,

            Don’t need seven years bad luck,

            I’ll go into the kitchen,

            And find something to cook.

            I think I’ll start to grow my hair,

            My body, get in shape,

            You may see a new woman,

            When they let me escape.

            So please try to stay happy,

            We don’t want any sorrow,

            Just think of me, I’ll be in touch,