Med dread

Med dread

Well, I’ve read all information,

Know my title and address,

My age and the generic name,

Exactly how much I possess.

I know who prescribed these meds,

The pharmacy it was dispensed!

Read the English translation;

Know the date when to commence.

The guidelines how it must be used

The way it needs to be applied.

I know how long it will last

But been unable to comply.

It’s kept just inside the fridge

Until it’s out of date,

Am well informed of what it will do

And even know its weight!

But is this child or adult proof

Am getting quite annoyed!

If I could only start to use it

I would be thoroughly overjoyed!

I’ve turned it this way and that

And trying to stay calm.

Have even resorted to blackmail

But can’t quite twist its arm.

I’ve pushed pulled, used a knife

To open it before end of shelf life.

Nearly thrown it out of the window

As it’s given me so much strife!

I’ve reread the instructions

But can’t find what I need.

There’s no further information;

Think I will have to concede.

Can’t seem to prize it open;

I’ve given it a nudge,

Spoke to it nicely but

The cap, it just won’t budge!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

26^th September 2015

(Inspired by Winifred)

Let me call you sweetheart

Let me call you sweetheart

You may be old and rusty

But you still play that tune to me.

Maybe a little fusty

But very much in key!

I wind you up behind your back,

You play that same old song.

Time and again that same old track

But together we belong.

With you I’d never get bored,

When you call me sweetheart!

Nor would you be ignored

And never would we part.

You are a little grubby

Stuck away in a dark room.

Older and more scruffy

But you lighten up my gloom.

You’d send me off to sleep

From bygone days your lullaby.

My parents bought such a treat!

So I would never say goodbye!

So let me call you sweetheart

I’m in love with you.

Let me hear you whisper

That you love me too.

And Thumper you belong with me,

Behind you is the wind up key;

You’ve been with me since I was three

Unwrapped from the Christmas tree!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

10^th September

For my Mum and Dad