What's Good for You...
Sugar sweet,
Medicine vile.
Mom's so mean
Full of bile.
She always says
now be good.
Gives me meds.
I misunderstood.
This is good?
In what way?
"I'm fine!" I shout.
Throughout the day.
The cough has gone.
The fever fled.
Now leave me mother
I dread that med!
Horrid flavor,
Wretched taste
Makes me shudder
Worse than paste!
Mom's just smilin'
Spoon at the ready.
Knowing better,
"C'mere, Freddy."
She's so mean,
I don't know why.
She used to love me
In days gone by.
Judy Ponceby
Medicine vile.
Mom's so mean
Full of bile.
She always says
now be good.
Gives me meds.
I misunderstood.
This is good?
In what way?
"I'm fine!" I shout.
Throughout the day.
The cough has gone.
The fever fled.
Now leave me mother
I dread that med!
Horrid flavor,
Wretched taste
Makes me shudder
Worse than paste!
Mom's just smilin'
Spoon at the ready.
Knowing better,
"C'mere, Freddy."
She's so mean,
I don't know why.
She used to love me
In days gone by.
Judy Ponceby
Feb 4
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