What's Good for You

What's Good for You

A Poem by Judy Ponceby
"

Cough, cough.....

"
Sugar sweet,
Medicine vile.
Mom's so mean
Full of bile.

She always says
now be good.
Gives me meds.
I misunderstood.

This is good?
In what way?
"I'm fine!" I shout.
Throughout the day.

The cough has gone.
The fever fled.
Now leave me mother
I dread that med!

Horrid flavor,
Wretched taste
Makes me shudder
Worse than paste!

Mom's just smilin'
Spoon at the ready.
Knowing better,
"C'mere, Freddy."

She's so mean,
I don't know why.
She used to love me
In days gone by.










© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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lol :D
i can hear so many kids say this.
this is perfect!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Laughing, love it - this brings back memories, really does. You've made me think back smiling .. didn't do that at the time though. Lovely piece of fun, and fine meter, Judy!

Posted 9 Years Ago


LOL yeah well they wanted to make sure thew cure was worse than the disease

Posted 9 Years Ago


The voice here is brilliant. And the b,d rhyme just reinforces the fun. As Frank James Davis writes "charmingly amusing."

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Posted 10 Years Ago


Charmingly amusing, Nurse Judy.

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Posted 10 Years Ago


Yucky-tasting medicine----run!
Yeah, I'm still mad at my mom over that. I'm kidding, of course, although it's a pretty good bet that yucky-tasting medicine in my day was waaaaay yuckier than todays'.

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Posted 10 Years Ago


lol, that taste just sticks in the mouth!, great poem ; )

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Posted 10 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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