An ode to Savlon

When I was young as I recall
that I learn after a fall
I didn’t say oh my! My knee
I seem to be in agony
for mum and dad would come along
and hold me down. They were strong
with cotton pad soaked very wet
with the hottest water they could get
slammed it right upon the graze
until my eyes would start to glaze...
Now and then when the graze was sore
they thought they would hurt me some more
by pouring peroxide on my knee
‘Its surgical’ they said with glee
It cleans out muck and naughty germs
(and is also used for old style perms…)
My wound would boil and sometimes fizz
and I would get into a tizz
I don’t care that it cleaned out dirt
because it bloody sodding hurt.
It will never heal if it doesn’t hurt
my grandmas words began to blurt
In my day we would use cows wee
of course we boiled it obviously.
Obviously I did reply
in between my weeps and cry’s.

So next time you fall and you knee gets dented
be glad that Savlon was invented