I think that I shall never see,
Any drug as lovely as thee
I am coughing and my ribs do ache
Thou does soothe them for my sake
My nose is a running font of snot
And my forehead is burning far too hot
Dayquil, beloved, these things thou does cure
All of four hours, thou does endure
I press my lips against thy gel
Sure thou wilt deliver me from hell
I weakly raise my hand to thee
And gasp ever so breathily
Dayquil my savior, without you I would curse,
Because without you, I would feel, even WORSE!
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Dayquil
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Jo
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Dayquil rocks. You rock harder.
*wipes a tear from eye*
Who needs Robert Frost when we have jo here???
I don't handle colds well at all: stumble around day and night, moaning and hacking into damp tissues, claiming this is the end of my life. The family just rolls their eyes.
My sympathies are with you, germy poet!
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