Hello Nyquil my old friend, Ive come to chug you once again, Because an illness loudly thumping, In my head has got me grumping, Yeah the virus that implanted in my brain, still remains, along with pain and nausea, At last to sleep I long to go, Lost to dreams just I, alone, Upon my pillow to rest my head, belay the thumping, the awful dread, But my husband said that i should eat some food tonight, to my delight, he said cook it for me, And in the kitchen there I saw, A dozen eggs or maybe more, All scrambled up in a pan, Overseen by my old man, Its a meal that Im not sure I can share, but do I dare, Tell him Im feeling woozy? What fool am I, for I do know, If I dont eat hell scold me so, You had better eat this, dumbass, Or else this illness will never pass, So my words they just remained unsaid, So I had eggs with ketchup, And so at last to bed I passed, To my blankets, sleep at last, And the Nyquil is was warming, And the drowsiness was forming, Then Bob said, Youd better get well because youre going back to work. I darent shirk, Because the bills need paying. Wow, Nyquil and cider make me write awesome stuff. Youre wlecome! :D
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 23:30:07 +0000
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