POTIONS & PILLS
Potions & Pills
I once met a which,
Who claimed she was White.
I said, "Well ok,
I'm not sure, but alright".
She said she could cure us,
Of all of our ills,
Without having to use,
Any potions or pills.
I said, "I have back-ache,
What can you do?".
She said close your eyes,
And take off your shoes.
I asked, "Will that help?",
Thinking this is a joke.
"No, but the carpets new,
And the hoover is broke!".
She rubbed at my shoulders,
And prodded my back.
All was quite well,
Till I heard a great 'CRACK,'
I asked, "What was that,
Is that part of the tale?".
"No", she sobbed,
"I've just broken a nail!".
She asked, "Has that helped,
Has that lightened your mood?".
"It certainly has,
Now I'm ready for some food".
She made us some tea,
And a biscuit as well.
She asked, "You have friends,
Of me will you tell?".
"If ever they have,
Bunions or sores,
Then please feel free,
To call at my door"
"I will endeavour to heal,
All their woes and their ills,
Without the need,
For potions or pills!".
Dartherino
Aug 2009
