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The Poetry of Martin Fairclough...

POPPIN

You're looking ill -
Here, have a pill
You'll soon be right as rain, mate,
Drug companies
Developed these
To take away the pain, mate.

For a chronic ache
You simply take
As many as you need, mate,
In most respects
The side effects
Are very mild indeed, mate.

But it's a fact
That some react
In unexpected ways, mate,
Flying high
In a rainbow sky
In a cloud of purple haze, mate.

Not NHS*,
Too new, I guess,
You'll have to go through me, mate,
But I think you'll find
The peace of mind
Will justify my fee, mate.

*NHS = National Health Service, Britains' much maligned, often scammed but ultimately damned good free health care.

Martin Fairclough