CELIA'S POEMS
No 334
February 12
I did not know Bradford very
well,
But Eunice said she did,
We went on a shopping trip,
At one point I could have
hid.
She had a little westie dog,
Went with her everywhere,
It turned into a nightmare,
‘cause today she had a
scare.
When we’d finished shopping,
We went back to the car,
We’d parked it on a back
street,
Couldn’t find it anywhere.
She collared a policeman,
Said someone’s stolen
Celia’s car,
And my little dog is in it,
They can’t have gone too
far.
The policeman couldn’t stop
her screaming,
He told her give it a rest,
I am here to help you,
I’ll try and do my best.
Now please tell me lady,
Is this street where you
parked,
Well another bout of
screaming,
I won’t tell you her remark.
He asked her for my number
plate,
I gave him the information,
He left us for a little
while,
He had to ring the station.
Eunice was beside herself,
To console her I did try,
The policeman came back
again,
He knew the reason why.
He said will you please come
with me,
It made her stop the wail,
I think that we both
thought,
He was taking her to jail.
We’d parked it in another
street,
And everything was fine,
But I still thank my lucky
stars,
Eunice wasn’t doing time.