Not Yet In A Nursing Home Rhyme

A Poem by Sharon Kinsella

This little pill gets me to market,

This little pill gets me home.

This little pill let's me eat bread and butter,

This one makes me live like a nun.

And this little pill makes me pee, pee, pee, pee,

all the way home.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

Thanks Robin. This was on morning that I was sick of taking meds.

love your wit and humour

186 Views
2 Reviews

Added on January 20, 2011
Last Updated on January 20, 2011

Radical, lesbian, wise old woman, mom, feminist and a goddess. more..

Dad