O Robitussin DM
How you cradle my phlegm-filled lungs,
Both suppressing and expectorating all apiece.
'Twould be witchcraft if ye were not as an angel.
O Robitussin DM
How you soothe my addled brow
And make me care not that I am watching
The most boring Twilight Zone episode of all time's ages.
O Robitussin DM
I sing your praises!
And await the hour of two and thirty,
When I might sup your nectar once again.
Ah, the wonders of dextromethorphan... I hear Robitussin makes a great mixer. :)
XOXO,
Drunky
Twould be witchcraft. You are hilarious. Hope you're feeling better!
Posted by: Colleen Gorman on August 18, 2007 8:29 AM