CELIA'S POEMS

                   No 15   April 1

                                    Celia’s having a nightmare

            Anyone who knows me,

            Knows I cannot do my hair,

            I’m always at the hairdressers,

            To miss is very rare.

            When we go away on holiday,

            The first thing that we try,

            Is find a good hairdresser,

            For a needed wash and dry.

            To some that may be a luxury,

            But it is not for me,

            I need a hairdresser all the time,

            It’s pure necessity.

            For me it is a problem,

            In Vegas the price is so high,

            I went out and treat myself,

            I thought a wig I’ll buy.

            I got dressed up and put it on,

            Though a good one, still quite naff,

            I took a look into the mirror,

            And had a damned good laugh.

            So when they let us out of here,

            And we meet up for a chat,

            If you’re wondering who that woman is,

            It’s me, I’m in a hat.