CELIA'S POEMS

            No 170    September 03

            I think this virus is clever,

            But then I don’t know so much,

            It seems to go for certain groups,

            To get within it’s clutch.

            The over seventies it must get,

            That’s because it is so clever,

            I’ll target them, they’re easy,

            They can’t go on forever.

            But then it heads in different ways,

            And brings devastation to everyone,

            It’s going all around the world,

            We need this killer gone.

            No one knows the answers,

            We look each day for news,

            We never end up happy,

            To turn it off is what we choose.

            We’re trying hard to come to terms,

            The end is not in sight,

            All we can do is follow rules,

            And hope we get them right.

            It will go down in history,

            Where the enemy was unknown,

            And everyone around the world,

            Into chaos they were thrown.

            But you’ve got to see the funny side,

            Although I hate it with a passion,

            Please don’t let them put on record,

            Toilet rolls had to go on ration.