CELIA'S POEMS
No 181 September 14
My
great granddaughter’s back at school,
She
is only six,
I
am over 80,
And
told that I can’t mix.
I
think they think we’ve lived too long,
I
don’t get any cheer,
When I go to see the doctor,
He
thinks “is she still here,
They put us first in lockdown,
Said that we were far too vulnerable,
Well we’ll show them they were wrong,
We’re here and very capable.
I
suppose if they’re starting with the kids,
In
my mind there’s no doubt,
They’ll keep us ‘til the very end,
Before they let us out.
We
don’t arrange big parties,
Or
start up any trouble,
Some young ones take no notice,
They won’t get in my bubble.
I’d
like to start another bubble,
And
put them all inside,
Then they’d have to behave,
Celia’s rules would be applied.
I
realise it’s just a handful,
The
young ones are good mostly,
But
for goodness sake if they break the rules,
Make it very costly.
I’ve always loved young people,
But
if they step out of line,
Let’s help out the economy,
Slap on a damn big fine.