CELIA'S POEMS

            No 143  August 07

            Are we in Lockdown,

            Or are we not,

            Did someone tell me,

            And I forgot.

            Right now it is an issue,

            No good arguing, we won’t win,

            We are being punished,

            For the area we live in.

            I feel like the Scarlet Pimpernel,

            That mask I’ve got to wear,

            I seek it here, I seek it there,

            But I’ll wear it because I care,

            It’s supposed to protect others,

            It’s not protecting me,

            If people don’t do as they are asked,

            We never will be free.

            My son said they’d found a spray,

            It covers you everywhere,

            I said I don’t think I’ll bother,

            It just might spoil my hair.

            They’ve bought loads of anti virus jabs,

            But I’d just like to know,

            If they work for the first thousand,

            I may give it a go.

            I think they will need guinea pigs,

            These medications they will try,

            They don’t give you too much money,

            Just a funeral if you die.