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This is so apt for our "shipping orders of pills" that I thought I'd share it with you for a laugh!
LAUGH A LITTLE EVERY DAY....
SPECIAL POEM FOR OLDER FOLKS
A row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so 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
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really like to know...........
Is what tells each one where to go!
There's always a lot to be thankful for if
you take time to look for it. For example
I am sitting here right now thinking how nice it is
that wrinkles don't hurt.
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That's lovely Rita.
My daughter writes poems and is in a web writing club.
Here is one she wrote a few weeks ago,and I had to laugh,because I have made their Christmas cake for a good few years!
It’s that time of year when I really must bake
my wonderful, fruity Christmas cake.
Then leave for a while in order to soak
up all the brandy. I hope we don’t choke.
There are cards to write, deliver and post.
A job my granddaughter likes the most.
So many cards that I now fear
the list gets longer every year.
Christmas shopping, what a chore.
I’ll take my husband, but he’s a bore.
Leaving all the choices to me.
Too busy thinking what’s for his tea.
Presents wrapped and hidden away.
Waiting to be given on the special day.
Ready to hang are trimmings and lights,
and the tree looks good lit up at night.
Now we play the waiting game.
Receiving cards, virtually the same.
Worrying whether supplies are enough.
Deciding eventually, it really is tough.
Succulent turkey, Christmas pud.
The festive table sure looks good.
Socks and ties and presents galore.
Not like it was in the days of yore.
The holiday festivities are in full flow.
Everyone’s face shows a happy, warm glow.
The snoring, the squabbles the telling of jokes.
Will someone please give Granddad a poke!
The holiday is over and gone is the cheer.
Complaints about the time of year
The cold and the ice make us feel glum.
It’s hard to imagine warm weather will come.
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