CELIA'S POEMS

No 373          March 22

I took the kids to the Galas,

It really was hard work,

But as they all loved them so much,

My duties I did not shirk.

We had always to try for a goldfish,

They just would not give in,

It was costing me a fortune,

But they just had to win.

We got a fish in a plastic bag,

Who’d to hold it was a fuss,

Especially when to get home,

We had to use the bus.

In the summer this happened often,

We’d get a fish – it died,

Never mind we’ll get another one,

I said as they all cried.

This happened through the summer,

We’d often get a fish,

Sometimes we couldn’t find a bowl,

So we put it in a dish.

A neighbour came to see me,

She said “We’d better talk”,

Diane’s going round with a paper bag,

Taking the goldfish for a walk.