CELIA'S POEMS

            No 35   April 21

            Yesterday I made a flapjack,

            Not thinking of myself,

            I’ve got to keep my hand in,

            To bring your treats to Shelf.

            I know when we get out of here,

            I will not look myself,

            My hair’s like a mad professor,

            But I’ve looked after my health.

            I’ll have a few more wrinkles,

            These adverts I can’t abide,

            The models are only 20,

            With nothing there to hide,

            They say they have a magic cream,

            This special wrinkle cream,

            Just slap it on your face at night,

            And you’ll look like a dream.

            I’d say more like a nightmare,

            The wrinkles haven’t gone,

            I’ll pretend mine are only laugh lines,

            And I feel 21.