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A Poem

8th June 2020 (7:30am) - 13th June 2020 (4:30pm)

Carol found the following poem by the great Pam Ayres

Its for all the lovely lady members  of AWRA and i hope you find it amusing

I,m normally a social girl
I  love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can’t go out the gates


You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now
We need to stay inside
If they haven’t seen us for a while
They’ll think we’ve up and died.

They’ll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn’t any Facebook
So not everything was told.

We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth 
But we grew up in the 60s -
If you only knew the truth!

There was sex and drugs and rock ’n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.

Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone’s mum
Somebody’s wife and nana
Who on earth did we become.

We didn’t mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we’re dead
Is like a red flag to a bull!

So here you find me stuck inside
For four weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door.

It didn’t really bother me
I’d while away the hour
I’d bake for all the family
But I’ve got no flaming flour!

Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I’m  swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer

At least I’ve got a stash of booze
For when I’m being idle
There’s wine and whiskey, even gin
If I’m feeling suicidal!

So lets all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this awful virus
Doesn’t decimate our wealth.

We’ll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I’m not far to wide
To fit through the flaming gates!