Written to the prompt S is for Shopping
Have A Look In The Chemist’s
We don’t just do prescriptions – we’ve many other things –
We’ve pick-me-ups and calm-me-downs, we’ve bandages and slings.
There’s ointment for your skin, hay fever tablets by the score;
Warming creams and cooling gels for muscles feeling sore.
We’ve syrups and we’ve powders to help with ’flu and cough;
Body-building pills if you can get the screw cap off!
We’ve things to medicate your spots,
And things to soothe your poor old bots,
And special food for tiny tots –
Have a look in the chemist’s.
Something for the stye in your eye, something for a splinter;
We’ve got hot water bottles to see you through the winter.
We’ve senna pods and bicarb too, for thunderous insides;
And anti sea-sick tablets for when you brave the tides.
We’ve stuff for sunburn, insect bites, stings and scalds and grazes;
We’ve even balm for gentlemen who prove allergic to their razors.
If you’re about to blow your top,
If your run has turned to hop,
If you can’t go, and then can’t stop –
Have a look in the chemist’s.
We’ve things to give you energy or boost your appetite;
Sugar substitutes for when your clothes have proved too tight!
Pads to catch your drips and dribbles, stuff to clear your nose,
Things to wean you off the cigs, treatments for your toes.
We’ve linctuses and lozenges to soothe your aching throat,
Drops to soften ear wax and tablets for the bloat.
If ailments you would like to swop,
If you feel you’re fit to drop,
If your flip has turned to flop –
Have a look in the chemist’s.
We’ve treatment for your tired eyes, we’ve every kind of plaster,
We’ve shampoo by the gallon that’ll clear your dandruff faster.
Supplements to help you if you’re prone to a hot flush;
Things that once upon a time would make a young man blush.
Pills for this, swills for that, and every type of lotion;
From flaking scalp to athlete’s foot – I’m sure that we can find a potion.
If you’ve put your back out down at the hop,
‘Cause your be-bop-a-lula got stuck at be-bop,
If you’re going phut when you ought to go pop! –
Have a look in the chemist’s.
© Carol Carman 2024
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