alsoarty Posted May 27, 2014 Share Posted May 27, 2014 SPECIAL POEM FOR OLDER FOLKS A row of bottles on my shelf Caused me to analyse 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
teecee Posted May 27, 2014 Share Posted May 27, 2014 :rofl: I love it Andrea, thanks for sharing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Belle Posted May 28, 2014 Share Posted May 28, 2014 Now that's what I'd like to know, how does a headache pill know it must cure a headache?? Love this Andrea. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lorac Posted May 28, 2014 Share Posted May 28, 2014 :rofl: Love it. I'd like to know the same thing. How does each pill know what to do? Inquiring minds want to know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Florida granny Posted May 29, 2014 Share Posted May 29, 2014 Good one! Thanks for a good laugh. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KatieGrace Posted June 3, 2014 Share Posted June 3, 2014 Just saw this and it gave me a laugh. Unfortunately, it's all too true. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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