CELIA'S POEMS

No 299       January 08

 

I’ve had my second injection now,

So we’ll just wait and see,.

Does that mean I am immune,

And allowed to go free.

 

The trouble is I’d be on my own,

My “toy boy” can’t get one yet,

So I’m not going anywhere,

An escape I will forget.

 

There’s nothing to be frightened of,

Everything has been just great,

It’s all you young and fit ones,

That will make me have to wait.

 

They’ve given me a little card,

To say I’ve had it done,

I suppose I’ll need it with my passport,

So I can show everyone.

 

I’ve just got a new passport,

Every page is very clean,

Can’t wait to get some stamps on it,

To show where I have been.

 

So I will not be happy,

‘til a poem you’ll think is grand,

With a photograph from Marco,

With a Margarita in my hand.