No 321 January 30
Iím writing this poem with sadness,
No CBAís this year,
What will I do when I canít meet,
The friends I hold so dear.
Iíve tried to keep in touch with them,
My poems Iíve sent each day,
A bubble Iíve created,
It seemed the only way.
I just love The Awards,
But sometimes Iím in a mess,
Iíve trouble being the right size,
To wear my special dress,
The Norbreckís full of celebrities,
And when they do the show,
I feel so very privileged,
Because most of them I know.
I did not put that very well,
So let me make amends,
Although I really know them all,
Iím honoured theyíre my friends.
So this year letís see whatís in store,
Although itís been a mess,
I know theyíll do the best they can,
And I canít wait to see Bettyís dress.