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!
And a little humor for your Wednesday.
There’s always a lot to be thankful for if you take the time to look for it.
For example: I’m thankful that wrinkles don’t hurt.
And for those of you who participate, Happy Hanukkah!
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3 comments:
Hello my old old friend. I see you're still up to your shenanigans. I hope you're well. It's cold in Augusta and I'm having trouble adjusting. Thanks for all your messsages. They've helped bring me back to the real world.
Weezer
HAHAHAHA....I was already feeling old without reading all this.
I don't mind the wrinkles, I don't mind the gray hairs, I don't even mind..damn, I forgot what I was going to say.
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