CELIA'S POEMS

No 183     September 16

When I said I’d write a poem each day,

How was I to know,

This killer we’ve got with us,

Would not know when to go.

I’ve told you things about me,

And what I have achieved,

And been so delighted,

At the way it’s been received.

We’ve all managed to keep in touch,

In a way it’s been a blessing,

We’re not happy with all the rules,

And feel they need addressing.

I don’t envy the job they do,

Until this thing is gone,

No way will they have a chance,

To satisfy everyone.

So I’ll carry on my writing,

Must keep “Fingers” on his toes,

That really sounds quite stupid,

But of course his place he knows.

So I’ll tell you more about my life,

While Geoff’s on his PC,

Then when this is all over,

You can write a book on me.