The pharmacy's friend
Too many creams,Too many pills.
Not enough left,
For medical bills.
Two for my stomach,
Two more for my head.
Drops for my eyes,
Further pills for my legs.
Spray for my eyes,
Pills to help me sleep.
Too many pills to take,
Enough to make me weep.
Another for arthritic toes,
One used for my heart.
Creams for my eczema,
As well as my other end.
That's why I feel my
Doctors no friend.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-09-03 at 01:54
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