Saviodsilva


Diane Merchant
Poem

The Pills That Will

We are the little pills,
guaranteed to cure your ills
Some of us are cheap and nasty,
others come with expensive bills

Our colours are all so trendy,
our shapes are varied too
Often embossed with trademarks,
so we're easily split in two

We are taken from our bottles
and into mouths we're thrown
We take good care of your problems,
no matter how many you own

We go upstairs to your aching head
and ease the pain that's in it
We go across to your infected ears
and tells those germs to quit it

Your heart we meet with it's upset beat
and we put it back in order
We travel down your kidney tubes
and tell them, Make water like you oughta

Now this is just the beginning,
we have much more to do
Like settle down that toe with gout,
so you can put your foot back in your shoe

We cure that arthritis
that lingers in your hip
We motivate that sluggish bowel
and say, Let's get on with it

We could go on and on,
but we're sure you would get bored
So we'll stop now for a breather,
a fair and just reward

One last request, as we do our best,
for we're loyal and we're truest
Take us whole, with water cold,
'cause it hurts like hell when you chew us.

Diane Merchant


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