Pills

She now takes lots of pills
To help with all her ills.
The years are catching up with her, poor dear.
She has some Senakot,
To help with you know what,
For life is getting very hard I fear.

She drops pills now and then—
Well, time and time again—
Then underneath the 'fridge they disappear.
They're pretty hard to find
But, Oh dear, never mind,
They'll probably be cleaned up by next year.

They're there for one and all,
Of creatures that are small,
Who live in dust upon our earthly sphere.
So cockroaches that hide
In dark spots when inside,
Are likely now all suffering diarrhoea.

© Tom Chapman 2008