CELIA'S POEMS

No 317     January 26     

We hear from all you bubbles,

We look forward every day,

We love to know you’re all OK,

And what you’ve got to say.

Sometimes you tell us what you’ve done,

And where you may have been,

Well Geoff and I are coping,

We’ve found a good routine,

The poem goes on each morning,

You’ll see it when you wake,

My inspiration’s all been typed,

And his timing he won’t break,

Then it’s time for breakfast,

Sometimes outside it’s dark,

Over breakfast we have a bet,

On the first one to remark.

We start to do our daily tasks,

We have a big house to clean,

With all these lockdowns we have had,

It’s the cleanest it’s ever been.

Don’t get me wrong, I love it clean,

And always have it nice,

But there is only two of us,

Some jobs may get done twice.

We have our evening meal,

And go into our little bar,

We play games a bit and talk,

We don’t have to move far.

But that’s how our life seems to be,

We do the best we can,

You’ve got to plan your day out,

While we are in this ban.