I really want to stay alive
So I’ve bought half the chemist’s shop:
There are pills to keep me going
And pills to make me stop.
I have ointments to burn my face,
And creams to make it smooth,
Sunblock for deadly UV rays
And Bio-oil to soothe.
The plasters are all sensitive
or else I get a rash,
And there’s my favourite Germolene
For when I fall down smash.
I’ve things to suck when sore throats strike
And drops to help me breathe;
I can put them on my pillow
Or even on my sleeve.
There are two large dark brown bottles
For different kinds of cough;
I always buy the tasty ones
The ones I like to quaff.
I’ve vitamins and minerals
Designed for over 60s;
Capsules for stiff and crunchy joints,
Flax seed oil for wrinklies.
Oh, . . what about the medicines?
Well, yes I’ve got those too:
Pills which keep the ticker ticking
And turn me black and blue!
Yes, perhaps I’ve got too much,
There’s lots without a doubt;
But what the heck they do their job –
I can still go walkabout!
This was a homework piece with the original title of ‘Two Brown Bottles’