Celiaís obviously stuck what to write about this morning,
so sheíswrote one from me. Her words, not mine.
No 120 July 15
Iím a little late this morning,
Iíve had a good lie in,
Itís not often that this happens,
Up for hours Iíve usually been.
So Celiaís had to tell you,
That I am here at last,
And hope that it hasnít spoilt,
Your read with your breakfast.
It must feel like weíre on holiday,
Because weíre at the van,
I donít usually have a sleep in,
So I get it when I can,
Of course Celia was waken,
She doesnít sleep too well,
Sheís been sat here for hours,
Sheís written this poem to tell.
I couldnít keep this quiet,
You all know Iíve slept in,
She just had to tell you,
How lazy I have been.