Ode to NyQuil

O virtuous bottle of NyQuil
Let me sing you the praises you're due
A friend to the coughing and sneezing
A most kindly companion are you

How I love to consume you, O NyQuil
When I'm sick with a cold or the flu
You are speedy to enter my bloodstream
Cherry flavored, and scarlet in hue

Dearest NyQuil, your alcohol content
Seems often too good to be true
When I wake I'm light-headed and floaty
My mind fogged with medicinal dew

I love you, O bottle of NyQuil
If only, If only you knew
The great debt that I owe your thick syrup
Thank you, NyQuil--I feel good as new!