CELIA'S POEMS

            No 156  August 20

            We’re here at our caravan,

            The weather’s been so bad,

            I really do think,

            It’s the worst we’ve ever had.

            The rain has been so heavy,

            I thought the roof would fall on me,

            The only option is to play games,

            ‘cause we can’t hear the TV.

            One morning when we got up,

            My son called round to say,

            All the roads around were blocked,

            So inside we had to stay.

            Soon we’re going to the Pleasure Beach,

            So please would you refrain,

            From sending me a message,

            To say I’ve gone insane.

            The trip was booked 2 weeks ago,

            About the weather kids don’t care,

            Instead of a mask, a balaclava,

            Will cover up my hair.

            We know this year’s been lousy,

            Of that there is no doubt,

            But I can say with feeling,

            Here it’s also a washout.