CELIA'S POEMS

            No 133  July 28

            I’ve had advice from my employee,

            Not the usual stuff,

            He said forget the masks now,

            I think they’ve had enough.

            I can’t do with any back chat,

            Though his rate of pay is nil,

            But then of course I would be lost,

            If his fingers went quite still.

            So what I think I’ll have to do,

            Is take a little break,

            And not go near my oven,

            So he won’t get any cake.

            So I’m waiting here all ready,

            For his suggestions I should write,

            I think that he may struggle,

            I might be here all night.

            Poetry is not his forte,

            But I do need him for sure,

            He’s always there to help me,

            He couldn’t do much more.

            I think tomorrow I’ll find a poem,

            ‘cause he’s come up with nothing,

            But he is going to think twice,

            Before coming out with scoffing.

            Many thanks to Margaret Bragg,

            Evacuees she just reported,

            My Auntie had one sent to her,

            That’s tomorrow’s poem just sorted.