Yes. A silly poem about some of the drugs I've been on. You must forgive me, because I wrote it right after my dose increased and at 4 am to boot.

Ahem. Cue bongos.

My pain made clear that I required
a pharmaceutical corrective,
so first was indomethicin
which was not at all effective.

Then the tiny elavil,
which turned me quite defective!
I slept the day away, waking
to eat and bathe and cry.
I explained it to my teachers
so they'd know I wasn't high.

Then zonegran-
it made me deaf
And depakote-
it made me puke

Then neurontin, now that really is the stuff.
It would have been much nicer if they'd given me enough.

Carbatrol, (which took away my pain) surely must be right?
Unfortunately it also made me wander 'round at night.

And now back to neurontin,
and here I am to stay.
At least until remission,
and the pain all goes away.



Incidentally, nearly each stanza represents a different age: 15, 16, 17, 19, 19 again, and 20 through present. I hope this was at least mildly entertaining.