CELIA'S POEMS

            No 164   August 28

            On holiday I hit the shops,

            I like to keep in fashion,

            Even though my wardrobes,

            Say I’ve got more than my ration.

            Well Covid’s found something new,

            And given me a task,

            If I’ve to go round looking good,

            I need a fancy mask.

            Some of them are really nice,

            But I’ve seen some that are weird,

            I won’t be getting one of them,

            Ill look like I have a beard.

            This Covid’s been a ruddy pest,

            But it can’t keep us apart,

            I’ve proved it with my poetry,

            We’ve chatted from the start.

            I know I cannot dance much,

            My back and knees are bad,

            But that doesn’t stop me thinking,

            Of the lovely times I’ve had.

            I met all you lovely people,

            Who I now call a friend,

            So sod this damn pandemic,

            We’ll be there at the end.