A Pointless Poem About An Apothecary

[video of me reading it at the end]

According to tradition, affording her a mission, she takes the tincture in her sphincter, after luncheon, in a dungeon.

“I know it’s scary,” says the apothecary, in her mink fur and, after a demure purr, adds, “but it’ll do you good, and so you should.”