Ode to NyQuil

This one is self-explanatory

Oh NyQuil,
how doth I love thee!
My poetry hath not the words:
a meager ablution
that is but a distant echo of my true affections.

Thy cherry flavor
doth electrify my senses
a symphony of narcotic sweets
like ambrosia of the gods
or Mad Dog 20/20 mixed with ketamine.

My fingers doth lovingly caress
the stalwart surface of thy shatter-proof plastic.
Thy nighttime vigilance doth comfort
when all others hath abandoned me
to my springtime leprosy.

Oh NyQuil, dearest NyQuil
thy "Nighttime Relief"
to make "my bedtime my best time"
are merely banal words that cannot bespeak
the heavenly bliss of your precious gift
of comatose oblivion.

Author's Note

I love you NyQuil

Reviews

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~ hahahahaha... if i was NyQuil, i'd be moved to tears... this is an amazingly cute ode... "a symphony of narcotic sweets" is a particularly stunning expression... oh, and i love the last two lines a lot too... :)