CELIA'S POEMS
No 269 December 11
Hi, all my
bubbles out there,
Not long to
Christmas now,
I know it
will be different,
But we’ll
get by somehow,
For once
let’s not go overboard,
Buy in
things that we don’t need.
The food we
usually get through,
You could
put down to greed.
We eat ‘til
we’re uncomfortable,
Just want
to lay and sleep,
We didn’t
have to eat all that,
We’ve
fridges, it will keep.
If we don’t
eat for England,
And finish
off all the mince pies,
When we go
shopping in the Sales,
We won’t
need a bigger size.
So whatever
Boris throws at us,
We can turn
everything about,
Then if
it’s over by the Springtime,