Oh, Benadryl!

Sniff, wheeze, cough and sneeze
Only gets worse with the cold, dreary breeze
The seasonal change brings many new sorrows
While the frantic search for meds quickly follows.

I hurriedly grab the first one that I see
A bright pink pill that'll go down easily
So hurried, in fact, that I failed to read
That drowsiness will occur, in no time, indeed.

I drive to my class and put my dance shoes on
Unknowing that my consciousness is already half-gone
Then I open my mouth to speak my thoughts
They come out slurred and jumbled, not one word is caught.

I suddenly feel how my eyes start to droop
And how my muscles have seemingly turned into goop
They refuse to cooperate or move on time
Definitely not feeling up to my prime

We start the number, "Quinto bajo" he yells
I raise up my arms, as heavy as dumbells
My mind is non-existent as I move through each pose
No longer comprehending "farruca" or "tientos"

The class is a blur, I think half-conscious thoughts
Not even realizing how I am so very lost
They tap their toe left, I jab my heel right
Just want to lie down and say goodnight.

Finally, it's over, I drag my feet out
Trying to figure how my fatigue came about
It's then that I notice how my nose has stopped itching
But in exchange my tiredness has my body twitching.

Of course! I remark, not feeling so bold
Antihistimine is something that will knock you out cold
So against the box's warnings, I drive myself home
And pass out on my bed to sleep off these symptoms.

Still groggy, med's not quite worn off yet
So this poem is made up of forced duets
I guess it's unsmart for me to try to rhyme
For next time, Benadryl is just for bedtime.