There was an old woman who had an infection
I don’t know why she had an infection perhaps she had a predilection.
There was an old woman who swallowed antibiotics
She swallowed the antibiotics to kill the infection
I don’t know why she had an infection
But it paled her complexion.
There was an old woman who used an asthma puffer
The asthma came on from the antibiotics,
She took the antibiotics to cure the infection
I don’t know why she had an infection…
a bodily imperfection?
There was an old woman who took iron tablets
She took the tablets to fix her heart flutters
She got from the Puffer she took for her asthma
She got from her pills she took for her infection.
I don’t know why she had an infection
It needs circumspection.
There was an old woman who got constipated
She got this way through the iron medication
She took for her heart that was all a flutter
From the puffer she used to cure her asthma
She got from her pills she used for her infection
I don’t know why she got an infection
It needs reflection.
There was an old woman who took some laxatives
She needed to cure her constipation
She acquired from iron she took on location
To fix her annoying heart palpitations
That came from the puffer to improve aspiration
That she needed for the asthma which was the causation
That she got from the pills which were the allocation
From the doctor to fight an aggravation…
An infection which caused her much agitation...
Perhaps she just needed fumigation.
But now she feels monumental frustration
That nothing results in exultation
And perhaps she should forget this abomination
And drown her sorrows in fermentation.
Or perhaps she’ll just die.
