Easy as A, B, C . . . from BB
SO sorry I can’t give attribution, but I can give you a laugh: this appeared without byline, in my neighborhood’s monthly newsletter for February 2013:
SPECIAL POEM FOR SENIOR CITIZENS
A row of bottles on my shelf, caused me to analyze myself
One yellow pill, I had to pop, goes to my heart to it won’t stop
A little white one that I take goes to my hands so they won’t shake
The blue ones that I use a lot, tell me I’m happy when I’m not
The purple pill goes to my brain, and tells me that I have no pain
The capsules tell me not to wheeze, or cough, or choke, or even sneeze
The red ones, smallest of them all, go to my blood so I won’t fall
The orange ones, very big and bright, prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills help to cure all kinds of ills—
But what I’d really like to know………..What tells each one just where to go?!
Happy Easter—hope you’re not too full of pills to enjoy your Easter dinner: ham, Easter eggs, and, of course, chocolate!
See you day-after-tomorrow for Tuesday’s Tutor!