Monday, November 27, 2006

Ode to Pepto Bismo

I really can’t do the dance

But I think we have a sort of romance

For I always think of you

When I feel a little blue.

Don’t be jealous but in my desk drawer

Two Bottles of Pepto await when I’m on the floor.

I could write leafs to your hevenly hue

But instead this poem will have to do.

In my closet lie clothes in that exact shade of pink

A fitting tribute, I do think.

When my stomach starts to rumble

Your taste makes my heart a tumble.

Four out of Five Doctors can’t be wrong

I've been with you all along.

Based on True Events

1 comment:

Boo said...

Pepto--Why can't we get along? Everytime I take it I vomit. Pretty disgusting, I know. I can handle the chalky chewable pills though. So, I join in saying Ode to Pepto Pills!