an ode

When noses run
and eyes do weep
when coughing doesn’t cease
You are the one
that bids me sleep
and giveth me sweet peace

O Nyquil!
Thine elixir blue
which makes my lips go numb
I lay still
because I knew
the blessed sleep would come.


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