(One of my favorite poems is the Dr. Seuss’ Pill Drill from You’re Only Old Once.  I tried to do something similar a year ago after a really rough couple of months.  Before anyone asks, my health was not as bad as what happens to the guy in this poem)

You take the blue pill for your cough

But it leaves you with an ache.

You swallow square pills for the ache

But then you get a rash.

You smear the ointment to erase the rash

But you wake up with oozing ears.

You use a wash to clean your ears

But you lose your sense of taste.

You chew on green pills to revive your tongue

But gain a burning in your gut.

You drink the potion to ease your gut

But now you have the runs.

You pop an enema to stop the runs

But it costs you all your hair.

You bath in lotion to regrow your hair

But it makes you hear dark voices.

You slurp a syrup to stopthe voices

But you cannot use your legs.

You have the surgery to walk again

But your lungs fill up with pus.

You inhale the mist to erase the pus

But it leaves you with a cough.