A Pill Of Life
A dream , a secret wish takes me for a groovy-ride
to be strong and tough and not the baby -cry.
I muse up on Popeye ,the macho sailor man
envy him for that leaves he had in a simple can
handy that he kept, to puff his muscles out
when swallowed a tuft of spinach in to his gout.
spinach would mess me up at work and play
so, I would rather 'pill ' em up in a pop- down pill
boss or boys, creed does not matter
pill must work well with all in a batter
one for the boy, 2 for the howling lady,
3 for the boss ,so it goes ; keep more for the bawdy
Pills to tough me up to deal with the deceptive and dowdy ones
to live a kingly life and dust happy hands off their pokes and puns
For Russell Sivey's contest- Pill Of Life.