Ode To Celia Imrie

Celia Imrie

Sashaying slimly

Down the halls of the BBC

Heading to the set

Of a new series of Ab Fab

Knowing it’s well past its prime

But what else can you do

When you’re Celia Imrie?

Celia Imrie

Through a glass dimly

You’re too good for this world

But we’ll always be grateful

For the laughter and the tears

For Acorn Antiques and the Marigold Hotel

And the Jonathan Creek where you ate a fake statue

Spoiler alert

I guess

Celia Imrie

Survey the future grimly

But even if you’re never as rich

As Maggie Smith

Your nose will always be

Unusual