Ode to a BC Powder

[Tiger Wench]

Composed during vacation... from experience...

Oh, BC Powder, how I adore thee...
The morning after, you restore me.
The bright blue box that sings my song
I know relief will not take long.

In vino veritas, some say.
At least until the light of day.
Then the chicks come home to roost.
And in my head, all hell is loosed.

Just like a meth head needs his fix,
I pray your powder does the trick.
Open paper, pour in mouth.
Rinse you down, send you south.

Your bitterness is punishment
For all the wine I now lament.
Did I need "just one more" glass?
Knowing it would kick my ass?

But BC Powder, you are kind.
So your bad taste I do not mind.
Your bite is only rough at first.
I guarantee my head hurts worse.

Once the asprin and caffeine
Arrive upon the car wreck scene.
They go to work without delay
And give me strength to face my day.

I hold my head and move with care.
Never again, this time, I swear!
But you know my vow is hollow.
And you'll stay around for me to swallow.

And I'll be grateful, yes indeed.
To have you in my time of need.
In your shiny, beautiful box of blue.
Oh BC Powder, how I love you...

http://www.thepushybroad.com/2009/07/ode-to-bc-powder.html

[War Eagle!!!]

I could be talked into staying around too you know............

[Tiger Wench]

You know, I am impressed.  It took 11 minutes longer than I guessed for one of you pervs to post a comment about the one potential double entendre in my epic poem...

Y'all are slipping...

[Ogre]

Composed during vacation... from experience...

And you'll stay around for me to swallow.

And I'll be grateful, yes indeed.

http://www.thepushybroad.com/2009/07/ode-to-bc-powder.html

Not as grateful as I will be, my dear. 

[Tiger Wench]

FINE...  everyone's a critic...

Composed during vacation... from experience...

Oh, BC Powder, how I adore thee...
The morning after, you restore me.
The bright blue box that sings my song
I know relief will not take long.

In vino veritas, some say.
At least until the light of day.
Then the chicks come home to roost.
And in my head, all hell is loosed.

Just like a meth head needs his fix,
I pray your powder does the trick.
Open paper, pour in mouth.
Rinse you down, send you south.

Your bitterness is punishment
For all the wine I now lament.
Did I need "just one more" glass?
Knowing it would kick my ass?

But BC Powder, you are kind.
So your bad taste I do not mind.
Your bite is only rough at first.
I guarantee my head hurts worse.

Once the asprin and caffeine
Arrive upon the car wreck scene.
They go to work without delay
And give me strength to face my day.

I hold my head and move with care.
Never again, this time, I swear!
But you know my vow is null and void.
When there's good wine to be enjoyed.

And I'll be grateful, yes indeed.
To have you in my time of need.
In your shiny, beautiful box of blue.
Oh BC Powder, how I love you...

http://www.thepushybroad.com/2009/07/ode-to-bc-powder.html

[Jumbo]

Not as grateful as I will be, my dear. 

Mr Lover, Lova!

[War Eagle!!!]

FINE...  everyone's a critic...

I like the first one better...

[wesfau2]

Mr Lover, Lova!

Mr. Boombastic. 

[boartitz]

BC and Alka-Seltzer are two of my favorite drugs nowadays.