CELIA'S POEMS
No 286 December 27
Christmas
should be parties,
Just one
big eatathon,
We’re glad
when it’s all over,
And all the
chocolates gone.
We stuff
ourselves with so much food,
There
really is no need,
What we eat
at Christmas,
The world’s
starving it would feed.
This year
may be different,
It’s been a
dreadful time,
But
someone’s kept you going,
With just a
little rhyme.
So line
dancing is the answer,
The
calories it will burn,
You haven’t
been for ages,
You think
that you’ll return.
The pounds
have started to come off,
Your shape
is coming back,
As long as
you keep dancing,
You’ll stay
on the right track.
So all is
going smashing,
You’re so
pleased with the outcome,
Then all
this work goes up in smoke,
Celia puts
a supper on.