Lament For Aspirin

Lament For Aspirin:


Of a PH low, it emits a salicylic glow

Born not of fire, ash or smoke

But of a willow tree, extracted by us folk

Medicine of old, known before the baroque

It source lies within the root of a tree with a leafy cloak

For ailments, fever and a headache's croak

Aspirin soothes, and maladies dulled

For a headache is stopped, before it is even foretold

Pyretic highs and arthritic cries all put on hold

Through the power of COX inhibition, aspirin is sold

In chemists, pharmacies, drug stores and such

An old friend of the alchemist, and a hangover crutch

Long live Acetylsalicylic acid

The drug that keeps us placid

In cabinets of homes and bags of us

Aspirin is worth the fuss