CELIA'S POEMS

            No 74   May 30

            Well the weekends here again,

            As if anyone will know,

            I only really know this,

            ‘cause Facebook tells me so.

            Everyday I’ve got to think

            What day is it today,

            I religiously turn round the calendar,

            So it is on display.

            Many of you will remember,

            From when you were quite young,

            Every day had it’s own job’

            And this was always done.

            I remember Monday was wash day,

            With no washers, quite a chore,

            We always had cold meat and chips,

            From the joint the day before.

            That’s why I hated Mondays,

            Mum was such a wonderful cook,

            I’d just think about Tuesday,

            And hope for better luck.

            Tuesday she went shopping,

            And Wednesday she would clean,

            I can’t remember the others,

            Such a long time it has been.

            Well now it doesn’t matter,

            No need to think of this,

            ‘cause we’re all here in lockdown,

            And don’t know what day it is.