Health Sonnet

An apple a day keeps the doctor away This note helped my good health sway Yet, harm has come to my clay Full of rot and muck it is, I must say! It started when full became the ashtray And empty lay my bottles of Chardonnay! Vices and diseases filled my life How hard it is to carry this strife A Blessed solace seemed the little puff I never thought it would make me so rough! Regretful, I remembered the apple Baneful, I found only death’s shadow in the aisle! O Beautiful Entity, Imperfect Creation of the Creator Glorify your Health for thou art thine own Protector! 16 June 2012