Peggy Hill

Peggy Hill
 Is always ill,
She has tablets
 And powders and things
First it were legs
 Then it were backs
Her head
 Is never quite right,
Her doctors quite nice
 The chemist is too,
They deliver new pills
 By the sack,
Her nose is all runny
 Her eyes always wet,
Her handkerchiefs
 Come by the yard,
She'll never get well
 Try as she will,
Every new potion,
 That's made,
She'll die in the end
 She's certain she knows,
And told every doctor
 Just that,
At least twice a day
 With two new complaints,
For all of her
 Ninety eight years.

 
                    Tony