I’ve a bitter-sweet memory
And it affects me deeply still;
It’s left me with a tendency
To avoid ever looking ill.
It relates to Grand-Aunt Mary
Who had nursing aspirations;
Though our illnesses would vary
She had cure-all medications.
Castor oil was the cure prescribed
For every stomach ache and pain;
A spoonful had to be imbibed—
All our protests were in vain.
If we dared to cough, sneeze or sniff
Or showed a hint of being sick,
We got castor oil in a jiff’;
To her, ‘it always did the trick.’
We found out young, the only way
To avoid Grand-Aunt’s spoon of dread
Was to act healthy every day
Even though you felt half dead!
She gave us lollies afterwards
To take away the bitter taste—
A bitter-sweet perverse reward—
As if the sweets were poison-laced!
To coughs and colds I’m now immune,
All because of castor oil;
Grand-aunt and her medicine spoon
Have me in permanent denial.
Now I have children of my own,
From time to time it makes me smile
To see how healthy they have grown
Without the ‘joys’ of castor oil!
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