CELIA'S POEMS

No 348        February 26

We did used to love cruising,

To the Caribbean we would go,

But all that seemed to finish,

When we found Marco.

One time when we got on the ship,

And our cabin we did find,

Only 3 cases were outside,

Had one been left behind.

It was quite upsetting,

It was Geoffs that wasn’t there,

Thank God it wasn’t one of mine,

I just might have gone spare.

The phone rang and they told us,

It had fallen in the sea,

When you are possibly 12 decks up,

Just how could that be.

But then the next day came a knock,

A steward brought the clothes,

All cleaned and pressed on hangers,

I could have done with those.     

That serves me right for my selfish thoughts,

As my case I now turned out,

Geoff’s were all hung up and neat,

I got the iron out.