CELIA'S POEMS

No 344        February 22

For 25 years we went to the Isle of Man,

For a bowling competition,

This holiday was a must,

It turned into a tradition.

There were a few different events,

Some of the family came too,

There were children and grandchildren,

Turned into quite a few.

One day we’d entered a competition,

It took most of the day,

I suppose the children got fed up,

Just wanted to go and play,

The club ran a raffle,

This year was a special one,

The prize was a costly whiskey,

The tickets very soon had gone.

With all those tickets out there,

Unbelievably mine came out,

It really was unusual,

For me to get a shout.

One of my grandchildren said,

Can I please collect your prize,

He went around the bowling green,

On him were all the eyes.

They made a presentation,

Of this very costly gift,

Then they handed it to Dean,

It was perhaps heavy to lift.

Everybody was speechless,

How it happened, I’m not sure,

The lid of the box flew open,

And it smashed on to the floor,

Dean came back around the green,

Unhappy I could see,

I said well what’s done is done,

He passed the empty tin to me.