CELIA'S POEMS

No 345        February 23

Our lives are all planned out now,

I didn’t want it to be too soon,

But I was really hoping,

It would be earlier than June,

Boris is trying so hard,

I feel that he does care,

He’s got so much upon his plate,

No time to do his hair.

He’s given us a road map,

I could never follow one,

But this time I’ll do my best,

I’ll put my sat nav on.

The only time I want a map,

Is for where I want to go,

And all of you know where that is,

Of course it’s “my” Marco.

So if a wrong turning I do take,

I’ll play upon my age,

I’ll say I didn’t understand,

And looked at the wrong page.