CELIA'S POEMS

Polly's Piles

Polly you’re a legend,

Of that I’m pretty sure,

I don’t quite know what you’ve got,

But I’m sure there is no cure,

When we got to the CBA’s,

We all sat in the bar,

Meeting all our many friends ,

Who come from near & far,

You always say things “as it is”

And don’t tell any lies,

So you told everyone,

That you had got piles,

As I sat there cringing,

And hardly dared to look,

You thought you might have missed someone,

And put it on facebook,

I know you’ve got some magic cream,

It helps your wrinkles too,

So here’s to sitting comfortably,

And looking 42.