When ravaged by all manner of malady,
And gored by the tusks of the world,
We stop off at the pharmacy,
Domain of chemical wizards,
A sweet shop of legion chemicals,
This sterile witches den,
It glows white and smells of detergent,
It’s aisles an amalgamation of lab and herbalist,
Shelves of names unpronounceable by the uninitiated,
Cures for any ill,
They have a variety of incantations to imbibe,
Pink liquid to make the bile stop rising,
Chews to calm the nipper,
Ivory opals to make the voices stop,
A little blue drop to revive a marriage,
Manifesting modern sorcery,
A candy shop of a different kind,
Replete with sweets of bizarre names,
The world will try to railroad you there,
So be sure to take your medicine.
WorldofHarley 
i take the yellow ones to mellow the misgivings
Oh yes? I like the multicoloured ones! 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin
Well penned…you captured the spirit of pharma well indeed.
Thank you very much! I certainly tried! 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin
My pleasure, my friend😊