CELIA'S POEMS

           No 97  June 22

              When I was about 30,

              Well, I was not a kid,

              I’ll tell you of my afternoon,

              I can’t believe just what I did.

              My sister in law said, let’s have a change,

              And try and go horse riding,

              I should have put more thought in it,

              I was too quick deciding

              We went up to a local farm,

              And waited for a horse,

              I wanted something like Red Rum,

              It couldn’t have been worse.

              The thing was really sweaty,

              I couldn’t have been sadder,

              And to get up there onto it’s back,

              I would need a ladder.

              Eventually we got set off,

              To the moors we had to go,

              The horse just didn’t listen,

              And just went far too slow.

              By the time we got onto the moors,

              I was ready for a change,

              Lorraine said right I’ll swap you,

              If you want to exchange.

              So there I am, no ladder,

              I could not get on the thing,

              Lorraine said time is running out,

              You’ll have to try to fling.

              I flung myself on to the horse,

              But the pain I couldn’t hide,

              When I went right over it,

              Landing on the other side.

              I did not like that afternoon,

              One of the worst I’d known,

              But now we were on the road,

              The horse knew it’s way home.

              It suddenly started flying,

              Now it was just like Red Rum,

              I couldn’t sit down for a week,

              Because of my sore bum.