Why do things that do you good, taste so bad.

onebigvoice

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Why do things that do you good, taste so bad.

 

Why do things that do you good, taste so bad

I really, really, don’t know,

I take a tablet for a headache

And it sticks right here in my throat

 

How does my brain allow me,

to swallow that horrid tablet

with science and advancement

I’m sure that was not in the design

 

It has no added sugar

and also, has reduced salt

there are no added fats,

and definitely no added oils

 

OH, please mother nature

Tell me what’s next in line?

So now I have a tooth ache

Which is throbbing all the time.

 

I went to see the dentist

A needle he gave me,

Some came out the needle

and trickled down into to my throat

 

You have got to be jesting

my tongue feels like its bloated

and its doubled twice its size

Oh why do things that do you good, really taste so bad.

 

Who invents these horrid tastes

I think its to trick your brain

And get you to remember

Why you are in so much pain

 

It could have been avoided

It’s the things you eat, you know?

That wear down you enamel

and, make holes in your teeth

For that food to go.

So next time you eat a doughnut

Covered in sugar and ****

Remember that horrid taste

You won’t want to come back.

 

Talking of swallowing tablets

I take a few you know

I take quite a cocktail

For things that are not on show

 

The brain just keeps on going

Its trying to do its best

but I keep taking tablets

to complete a simple quest

 

The reason that they taste so bad

is to make you really think,

do I need that tablet

Or just put it down the sink.

 

I have to take what the doctor says

And swallow these foul things

And maybe it will teach me

To take care,

OH, why do things that do you good, really taste so bad.

 

 

Dave.

26/03/2023.

durhamjaide2001

Love this poem 

onebigvoice

  a poem about a poem?

Poem – about a poem.

I want to write a poem

I think you need to know

I need to get some pointers

To see which way to go

I need to have a heading

To set me off I know

But when you get right down to it

You need to let, your mind go

 

It could be about spring time

Or at the bowling alley

Or up into the mountains

Amongst all that thick, thick, snow

Looking at the sun set

Those golden rays so bright

Or just looking into the pale, pale, moon light

 

Your mind has no boundary’s

On what it wants to do

Just look inside your self

There’s what you want to do

I stare at my wife, I’ve known her for some time

I look at my kids who I see all the time

I look at my dog, a great big ball of fluff

And makes me think of all the different kinds of stuff

 

So here I am just wondering what to write about

When everything is in front of me

And that’s without a doubt

So come on all you writers

Who read all the other posts

There is a writer in all of us

Just screaming to get out

 

It doesn’t have to rhyme

It seem to make some sense

So write down what you think

Just show one line at a time

Can’t wait to see your post

And read what you have put

So come on guys (and girls) get cracking

I’m bouncing, how about you.

Once you start writing

You won’t know when to stop

 

Dave.  27/03/2023.

Sandy_123

Love them