CELIA'S POEMS

No 352        March 02

When we go to Tenerife,

For a meal each night we go,

There’s lots of lovely restaurants,

The owners we do know.

The food is usually very good,

But there’s one thing I can’t stand,

They nearly all have rabbit,

In my mind that is banned.

Some people think it’s lovely,

Just like chicken they do say,

But you’ll never get me eating it,

My stomach says, “no way”,

It really is my mothers fault,

Meat was rationed through the war,

So people did eat rabbit,

As you couldn’t get much more.

But my mother would go in the shop,

And say, just look at that,

As the rabbits were all hanging there,

She’d say, No it is a cat.

They used to skin the rabbits,

And hang them out on show,

I suppose it could have been a cat,

But we would never know,

It put me off forever,

No way could I eat it now,

I’d better stick to lovely steak,

‘cause that comes from a cow.