No More d.p.

It all started 10 years ago when I woke up from a coma. I was thirsty, I mean really, really thirsty. They gave me popsicles. Like that relieves a guy's thirst. They knew what I wanted, and as soon as my voice recovered from the intubation tube, I'd let 'em know. IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE? i want dr. pepper and i want it now!!! I vowed then that I would always have a dr. pepper ready and waiting. I fully recovered from my illness but d.p. had it's vicious hold on me. Frequently I would say in my whisper of a voice, "Did you ever dance with the Devil by the Pale Moonlight?" Now I know that devil's name, d.p.

Breaking News, this just in. My blood test results. I'm .2 below the acceptable amount for glucose. In a year, maybe two I could become another American statistic: obese and diabetic. As my good friend Mr. Bill used to say, "O NOOOOOOO!" So I must give up d.p. i Must give up d.p. i must GiveUP d.p.

With a song in my heart, and a glass of tea in my hand,
SoulSongWriter