A poem by Sara Anderson
Grandpa loved a good steak,
But it made his big toe ache.
It throbbed and was worse when he moved,
No way could his foot be used.
Grandma wanted to cheer him,
She picked a rose to uplift him.
The smell made him sick he said,
Remove this rose from my bed!
What can be done for my gout?
My toe is red, swollen he did shout.
What can be done for this pain?
My gout may drive me insane.
Dear husband let me give you a remedy,
Let’s see if it helps your extremity.
It’s good for your gas,
That you are unable to pass,
And gout it is known to harass.
What is this miracle cure?
Can it fix my nausea too?
Colchicum a pretty spring flower
Will set all your wrongs anew.
Three times he tried the crocus,
With little hope for relief.
To his delight the toe pain subsided,
And erased all his firm unbelief.