CELIA'S POEMS

            No 22   April 8

            I’ve been keeping you all happy,

            With the poetry that I write,

            Don’t ask me where it comes from,

            It could be day or sometimes night,

            I was thinking of the people,

            Who couldn’t go to work,

            Were they missing working,

            Or felt it was a perk,

            I was thinking when you went to work,        

            Into the office you would walk,

            It surprised you when the boss walked in,

            And said I’d like to talk.

            I’m giving you 3 months holiday,

            Starting from tomorrow,

            My mind was working overtime,           

            While I tried to recover,

            I think I’ll take a holiday,

            A long one that’s for sure,

            And visit all the places,

            I’ve never been before.

            I won’t have to get up early,

            In that awful traffic drive,         

            I’ve got to do it every day,

            Don’t know how I survive.

            I forgot the boss, still standing there,

            And as he turned about,

            You didn’t let me finish,

            For 3 months you can’t go out.