The old apothecary's shop is a wonderous place <br />With boxes, tins and jars filling the shelves <br />And an battered chest of drawers full of marvellous smells <br />There's one bay window in which stand <br />Four of those strange tall tapered bottles <br />Green, blue, red and amber <br />In a cupboard and under the counter, <br />He reluctantly keeps a few modern items <br />For his more regular customers <br />Such as cotton wool, tissues, asprin and alka selters <br />He'll assure you he can mix you a cure <br />For almost anything from baldness to an ingrowing toenail <br />But if you were to look in the room <br />Which is in the back of the shop <br />Where he measures and grinds up the natural ingredients <br />Rather hidden away upon one shelf <br />Is a copy of the book entitled <br />Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-apothecary-s-shop/
