CELIA'S POEMS

            No 158   August 22

            When I’m writing these poems for you,

            I wonder how you’re coping,

            I’d love for us to all meet up,

            At the moment, that’s just hoping.

            When is this damn thing going to end,

            It could really get you depressed,

            I’m usually very placid,

            But sometimes I get stressed.

            That isn’t very often,

            We’ve got through this quite well,

            Geoff sits at his computer,

            And I’ve got a tale to tell.

            At 83 times running out,

            And though we’re doing fine,

            Marco won’t have the same appeal,

            If I get to 89.

            Did I just say 89,

            My god I’ll be in trouble,

            If I’ve got a poem to send,

            To all you in my bubble.

            Well to all of you in my bubble,

            I’ve not seen a paper or watched TV,

            I don’t want to hear the bad news,

            Will someone inform me when we’re free.