An Ode to NyQuil

Oh, NyQuil, how I adore thee. You maketh me to slumber and suppress my horrid cough. Your taste may be vomitituous but your effect is glorious. One tiny vile of thine elixir brings only a much longed-for, dream-filled night. Ah, NyQuil. Thy name is like a song. A sweet lullabye that coaxes my eyelids to fall and mine nose to cease sniffling. Oh, NyQuil, my little green NyQuil... Thou presence maketh me quite sure that God does truly want me to be happy.