CELIA'S POEMS

No 363       March 13

For well over 20 years,

I waited to go house hunting,

When 2 daughters got married,

This would be good timing.

We only looked around two,

The second was my dream,

I’ve lived here nearly 40 years,

My dream it’s always been.

My first husband went and got new teeth,

We hadn’t been in the house long,

The new teeth didn’t fit too well,

He thought that they were wrong.

The house was set on three floors,

With quite a lot of steps,

The night he got his new teeth,

I really could have wept.

About four in the morning,

I could hear the rain outside,

To my horror as I left the room,

The “rain” was all inside.

I just didn’t know it,

But when I’d gone to bed,

Because they really hurt him,

He put them in the bathroom sink instead.

He had left the tap running,

The house was flooded all way through,

Ceilings and light fittings hanging down,

I didn’t know just what to do.

My dream house was like a bomb site,

It nearly broke my heart,

I just could not believe it,

Just where was I to start.

Dust and plaster everywhere,

It had come through all three floors,

Thank goodness the insurance paid up,

Or it could have been divorce.