an ode

January 5, 2006

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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  • dr. dave January 5, 2006 at 7:14 am

    Nice… although I’ve had mine for so long that yesterday I could have used some “Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, BLOWING BLOODY CHUNKS OUT OF YOUR NOSE medicine”

  • AD January 6, 2006 at 4:38 pm

    Great Poem!

  • Ani January 6, 2006 at 7:07 pm

    Feel better.