CELIA'S POEMS

No 241       November 13

Geoff put my recipe on face book,

A lot of you want to try,

I suppose I could write a cook book,

Which some of you may buy.

But when you’ve made all these delights,

You’ve got to have a taste,

But I don’t want you to blame me,

When your pants won’t fit your waist.

I get a lot of pleasure,

From the baking that I do,

But I am very fortunate,

I give it all to you.

But I must admit the things I make,

I really love them all,

And the clothes in my wardrobe,

Range from extra large to small.

Of course the small didn’t last long,

But they’re still hanging there,

I’d love to get back into them,

The possibilities very rare.

My favourite room in the house,

Is the kitchen as I’ve said,

I just would not be this shape,

If I could stay in bed.

Bed’s not a place I like at all,

Sleep doesn’t come easy to me,

So down I go to bake some more,

Even though it’s only 3.