Hello Nyquil my old friend…
I’ve come to count on you again…
With your gel caps and your healing powers…
I smell the flowers…
Coupled with the tissues empty.
Nothing stops the ache of sinus…
FU stupid eye dryness…
And the sickness in my head…
Oh Lord wish I were dead…
Echoed to sounds of hacking..
And the ache settled in my bones…
Can’t help but whine and groan…
Hubs is walking around trying to assist…
It’s a miss…
Listen for the sounds of hacking..
Sleepless nights head pounding…
Tossing turning eyes throbbing…
Add some wine don’t think I should…
Shot of gin that can’t be good
But the aching in my bones I’m in so much pain…
Oh my brain…coupled with the sounds of wheezing.
Sleepless nights I rant alone…
Tossing, turning another moan…
Yet the earaches that are crippling in the night.
What a plight…
Endless to the sound of nose blowing.
Good morning Dayquil my dear friend…
Time to get this ass moving…
Stalls to clean and horses that need hay…
Another day…
Blasted is the bitch of sickness.
Ok – a few liberties – rhyming is hard – but I think I got my damn point across – I have a head cold but it still beats the apocolypes that was the gastro flu last week.
Allow me a moment of bitching – I’ll have this under control by tomorrow darlings!!!!
Orange Acres 