Fred Ferocious

The Drabble Ditch

Fred was an apothecary of sorts, 

Whisking wonders for aches and ailments,

A knack and a knowledge for it.

Sunshine for sadness, fun for fatigue,

Christmas for chronic depressing disease,

But what if Fred's shop closed up one day?

Black blankets cradling white sun,

Icy fog crystallizing lungs and freezing skin,

A clock ticking in an empty hallway,

What if he left us joyless days of grey, 

Seeping into nasty cuts to sting?

It can't happen. Fred's formidable:

omnipotent, omniscient and obvious,

Rubbing laughter into wounds for a happy remedy.

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© Lizzie Ayres, 2013

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