From Peter and Jane there came Pane
– and he was.
From Anne and Fred came Ared
– and his nickname was Head.
Frank and Margaret bore Fargaret
– and far be it for me to judge the upper crust.
But who created NyQuil
– such a small and silent child?
I waited for a pair of names
to float to the surface and fuse.
Was the mother an Arabic queen
with a ruby for a heart?
Did the father have something of the Blarney Stone
on his lips asking to be kissed?
Who was NyQuil
and why was he always so sleepy?
This hits the spot, for me. Funny, pithy (& informative – I’m now more up-to-date with modern names!)
Lovely idea. NyQuil sounds like a new medication!
It is, Martin! Not so new though.
Lovely idea, Sarah. I wonder how a re-ordering might work? Maybe cut the final stanza, and shift stanza 5 to its place? I love how you’ve used the sounds and the shape of the lips of NyQuil.
On second thoughts, how would it be if, erm, you cut stanzas 5 & 8 altogether? it would be great to end on ‘kissed’.