Red Rhyme

Red Rhyme

A walking chemist shop of pills

Treating blancmange inside my head

But all of these cures for my ills

Cannot beat a nice glass of red

Boxing, cycling, twice weekly gyms

Pilates stretching head to toe

Nordic walks, open water swims

I prefer a glass of Merlot

Tried squats and press-ups till it hurt

Tai chi, singing, even ballet

Once danced with hippies in a yurt

Give me a glass of Cabernet

Viagra sorts me down below

A stud for some hanky-panky

Instead I choose a nice Bordeaux,

Rioja or fine Chianti

Shaking, drooling and loss of smell

Have no known cures of any proof

Get full bodied with Zinfandel

Malbec, Shiraz or Chateauneuf

Faith doesn’t help you walk and talk

But just in case, I daily pray

That He’ll send me vintage Medoc

Chateau Lafite or Beaujolais

More like Hardys or Blossom Hill

Due to financial restriction

The doc should save me at the till

With a bottle on prescription