Where do you start ?

Where do I end ?

Is there a line

Phosphorus, my friend ?

You bubble over in your glee

It`s silly, happy, fun to see

Lots of fears can rear their heads

Thunder, lightning, things you dread

I think you need some company

Don`t worry, friend, depend on me

I`ll rub your back

And hold your hand

Give you a snack

Cold drinks are grand

You may want a soda pop

Spicy food with salt on top

I`ll take you to the ice cream shop

I`ll help you with this little miff

Don`t lose your voice

Or bleed to death

And if your lungs are filled up too

Coughing up some bloody goo

Your heart is skipping every beat

I`ll be glad to rub your feet

Come lay your head down on the right

I`ll tuck you in and say goodnight.


(From Materia Poetica)

W.

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Homeopath for people and animals.
(Sorry, Wim no longer works here.)