A seasonal poem.
It all started with an innocuous sneeze
then a sore throat and a chesty cough;
I could not breathe – could only wheeze –
felt weak and wobbly, and very rough.
I went to the chemist to ask for advice
while under my breath I uttered a curse.
The pharmacist was helpful and nice,
she informed me that I needed a nurse.
Then she added that I might need two:
one for the day and one for the night.
She was serious and I immediately knew
that her prescription was absolutely right.
Although I didn’t feel physically strong
the thought of two girls gave me a thrill.
Then I realised that I got it all wrong
when I was given some medicinal pills.
It took me by surprise when I was told
that ‘day and nurse’ were part of the name
of the decongestant that I had been sold.
My one-track-mind put me to shame.
© Luigi Pagano 2017