In the hot sun in England,
The sun it seared my head,
So I put on some ‘Acriflex’,
Before going to bed.
Beneath where my glasses were,
My skin was red and sore,
A Burns’ Cream was ‘Acriflex’,
To soothe it some more.
I thought it might ease ‘them’.
‘What’s them? ’ ~ You do ask.
‘My sore legs’ ~ I do answer,
As I set to the task.
An antiseptic cream it is,
Of that I do know,
My sore legs it may heal,
So I’ll give it a go.
I get small relief,
The pain it does ease,
So to bed I’ll now go,
And hope I can sleep.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 19 June 2006
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