Ode to Benedryl

Ode to Benedryl

Oh, you little pink pill
Magical and wondrous
In twenty short minutes
My airways clear
Breathing in and out
With nary a sniffle to be heard
Glorious scents of flowers and trees
Without a single sneeze

My eyes no longer itch
My nose without a twitch
And then comes the price
A deep long sleep
Right here would be nice
My head nods and bobs
My mouth starts to yawn
My sinuses may be clear
But my mind is a fog