CELIA'S POEMS

            No 35   April 21

 

            Yesterday I made a flapjack,

            Not thinking of myself,

            Iíve got to keep my hand in,

            To bring your treats to Shelf.

 

            I know when we get out of here,

            I will not look myself,

            My hairís like a mad professor,

            But Iíve looked after my health.

           

            Iíll have a few more wrinkles,

            These adverts I canít abide,

            The models are only 20,

            With nothing there to hide,

           

            They say they have a magic cream,

            This special wrinkle cream,

            Just slap it on your face at night,

            And youíll look like a dream.

 

            Iíd say more like a nightmare,

            The wrinkles havenít gone,

            Iíll pretend mine are only laugh lines,

            And I feel 21.