An ode to Calpol

calpolOh Calpol, how do I love thee, let me count the ways.
I love your purple syringe thing
And your sickly scent
I love your effectiveness
In giving temperatures a dent
I love the brief respite
From a fever that you bring
And that instead of crying
My baby might just sing
I love the relationship
With Nurofen you have
Without you in the cupboard
I’d need a hell of a lot more Jav(a)

 

After two nights of pretty much NO sleep due to a baby with a temperature veering between 38.5 and 40, I frickin’ LOVE Calpol.

Without it I am nothing…

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s