The Pharmacy

poem by: Graham Jenkinson
Written on Feb 12, 2017

Sitting in the pharmacy 
looking at the pills
Some to cure a headache 
Some to cure your chills

On a stand are hanging 
multicoloured nail files 
Next to the preparation H 
To help you with your piles

Pills to help go on a diet 
Corn plasters for your toes 
Pills to help with congestion 
Or to stop a runny nose 

Pills to help with depression 
Creams for your itchy bits 
Pills to settle your stomach
When suffering with the shits

All manner of things for earache 
Polish to make your teeth white
Pills to pep you up on a Morning 
And to help you sleep at night 

Witch hazel for your bruises 
Pills to help you get thin
Powders to help you put on weight 
Ointments and balms for your skin 

Clove oil to help with toothache 
Eye drops to make your eyes bright
Walking sticks to help the lame 
Glasses to help with your sight 

An Aladdin's cave of wonders 
Things to help you get well 
They even have deodorant
To help you when you smell 

 

Tags: humor, rhyme,

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Ja Ja commented:
Humor at the drug store. Who could ask for more. Thanks for the laugh

 

 

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