24 January 2014

Every week it’s a battle to the end,
As I accomplish some mission impossible.
Without the use of a sledge hammer –
I will crack open the impenetrable!
The sorting of these weekly pills,
Eleven each morning is not a thrill.
Blister packs and safety caps,
Invented to protect little ones perhaps,
But why can’t the pill packagers understand,
These are not happy makers for swollen hands?