This ditty came to me this morning:
I have a little problem, it really is a pain.
You see I drop a tablet and it's never found again!
I keep a handy pill-box on a table near my bed.
The bed it hides the tablets, they'll find them when I'm dead.
Why was she hiding pills here, they'll utter in surprise.
They're going to find so many there they'll really raise their eyes.
But I'll be up in heaven and will not give a jot,
I'll just gaze down at them all and maybe laugh a lot.
Do you have this problem too and have you found a cure?
To stop me dropping tablets upon my bedroom floor.
Jean