CELIA'S POEMS

Celia’s obviously stuck what to write about this morning,

so she’swrote one from me. Her words, not mine.

            No 120  July 15

            I’m a little late this morning,

            I’ve had a good lie in,

            It’s not often that this happens,

            Up for hours I’ve usually been.

            So Celia’s had to tell you,

            That I am here at last,

            And hope that it hasn’t spoilt,

            Your read with your breakfast.

            It must feel like we’re on holiday,

            Because we’re at the van,

            I don’t usually have a sleep in,

            So I get it when I can,

            Of course Celia was waken,

            She doesn’t sleep too well,

            She’s been sat here for hours,

            She’s written this poem to tell.

            I couldn’t keep this quiet,

            You all know I’ve slept in,

            She just had to tell you,

            How lazy I have been.