Pot Cookies and Dayquil
Once upon a timein a land of bovine,
There lived a fairy of the neatest kind.
He lived in the cold and sometimes felt old,
But she thought he was ill
on pot cookies and dayquil
Left in the snow, no where left to go
What else could he do when he felt blue
But to let nature's course do what it do.
And tho she know he was only there for the thrill
she'll still let him feed her pot cookie and dayquil
So while she was choking and gasping for air
she still let him hold her and pull on her hair
And when Isheno longer feels her own will
She leaves him alone
with pot cookies and dayquil
then he'll be alone again to stare into the glass
A frosted reminder of a remarkable past
A place that he thinks about sometimes even still
Especially when he's on pot cookies and dayquil.
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