ODE TO PRESCRIPTIONSA row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I hope to pop
Goes to my heart so it won't stop.
A little white one that I take
Goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones (that I use a lot)
Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple goes to my brain
And tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to sneeze,
Or cough, or choke, or even wheeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all,
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
The orange ones, so big and bright,
Stop my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills;
Helping to cure all kinds of ills!
But what I'd really like to know
Is what tells each one where to go?
Does anyone else take lots of pills ?