Ode To Rolaids
When acid and heartburn give me grief at night
When eating that burger makes my insides fight
When the toilet becomes a toxic waste site
I reach for my Rolaids, they make things alright
When chocolate and grease just don’t get along
When pizza and fries are a combo too strong
When I’m craving that ice cream but I know it’s wrong
I reach for my Rolaids, they’re working before long
When I stare at that big giant pie
When I pile that spaghetti a mile high
When I want bologna on Italian rye
I reach for my Rolaids, without them I’d die
When eating that burger makes my insides fight
When the toilet becomes a toxic waste site
I reach for my Rolaids, they make things alright
When chocolate and grease just don’t get along
When pizza and fries are a combo too strong
When I’m craving that ice cream but I know it’s wrong
I reach for my Rolaids, they’re working before long
When I stare at that big giant pie
When I pile that spaghetti a mile high
When I want bologna on Italian rye
I reach for my Rolaids, without them I’d die
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this during my most recent episode of acid reflux. I hate having it, but Rolaids truly are a miracle to people with that condition in need of fast relief.