My Daily Pills

When I wake up in the morning, I slowly look around
I don’t get up too quickly, I think I’d just fall down
the spinning of the ceiling, is a wonder to behold
I have got to tell you now, it’s a bugger growing old

I reach out for the bedside draw, get my teeth out of the jar
then I find my glasses, without them, I’ll not get far
go out into the kitchen, put the kettle on to boil
throw bread into the toaster, and in the frying pan splash oil

Eggs and bacon, tea and toast, all sitting on the plate
just got to take my tablets, before it gets too late
they all have funny names, that only doctors can pronounce
but help to keep those things at bay, that are waiting just to pounce

there is one to keep my heart going, one to keep blood pressure down
one to help my memory, if I go walking round the town
Arthritis is not so bad today, but I’ll take a tablet anyway 
all these pills I have to pop, and I will do so till I drop

My wife will soon remind me, in case I should forget
I’ve already asked you 3 times, did you take your tablets yet 
She does it for my own good, I know that that is true
and maybe if she didn’t, I don’t know what I would do

I think I would remember, eventually anyway
and maybe if I didn’t, they’d just carry me away
so I check the box again, just to do as I am told
think I’ve already told you, it’s a bugger growing old

oldrhyme

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