CELIA'S POEMS

            No 175    September 08

            This year is a disaster,

            The worst I can recall,

            Even though I was just born pre war years,

            I don’t remember it at all.

            But this one’s been so different,

            I say that tongue in cheek,

             In fact it’s been damned awful,

            And things still look so bleak,

            We’d a holiday booked in Marco,

            2 weeks in my favourite place,

            And then on to Vegas,

            It’s such a damned disgrace.

            I’m worried about Christmas,

            My parties I always love,

            When will we get some respite,

            From this thing from above.

            Next February we’d a month booked,

            To go to Tenerife,

            I wonder if by that time,

            We will have some relief,

            I know we’re getting through it,

            But are we supposed to cheer,

            I suppose it is a blessing,

            That we are all still here,

            I bet you’re thinking “ what a poem”,

            Today it is so bad,

            But when I start thinking holidays,

            It gets me ruddy mad.