vicks - my saviour

its a saturday morning,
i wake up not quite early
dis habit of me has been giving me a pain in d head
yes i very manifestly mean a headache
motherly figures suggest 'nuske'
i nod only to get a quiet surrounding
sink into d laptop with a vicks inhaler, i plan
bt d inhaler is lost
whosoever has planned it wil get a thorough hearing from me later
i do with the vicks vaporub
doesnt give d required relief
but a lot better my mind cries out for d saviour
now my honourable saviour sits in front of me with a dusty cap
i make no attempts to rub off d dirt
but all in all satisfaction is gained
just wen i am about to pull down d shutters of my eyes
a lawn mower starts off in d park
i curse wid all my might - let it die let it die
as a reply it gives a mean growl - a loud one
loud enough to pull back d fading head bumps
i groan in pain
and look out for vicks again
a second time saviour my mind says must be given a noble headgear
so i grudgingly clean off d dirt - i wont reveal wid wat whatsoever