The Apothecary's Shop Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

The old apothecary's shop is a wonderous place
With boxes, tins and jars filling the shelves
And an battered chest of drawers full of marvellous smells
There's one bay window in which stand
Four of those strange tall tapered bottles
Green, blue, red and amber
In a cupboard and under the counter,
He reluctantly keeps a few modern items
For his more regular customers
Such as cotton wool, tissues, asprin and alka selters
He'll assure you he can mix you a cure
For almost anything from baldness to an ingrowing toenail
But if you were to look in the room
Which is in the back of the shop
Where he measures and grinds up the natural ingredients
Rather hidden away upon one shelf
Is a copy of the book entitled
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde