Of Maladies And Remedies
Oh! My son is ill. What do I do?
'What ails him', asks I.
A cold so bitter, so unjustly cruel.
It pains to watch him suffer.
'Ah', says I. ' A glass of water.
Tinge of lemon. A dash of salt
and a hint of sugar'.' And stop the histrionics'
I add, while tilting my glasses to a side.