When for my yearly physical I went to see my doc,
two cinnamon pills daily were prescribed to me ad hoc.
I had a premonition this solution wouldn’t work,
for prescribing condiments seemed nothing but a quirk.
With no other suggestions, she had me in a bind.
High cholesterol’s no joke. I knew I had to mind.
I put it off ’til evening for it seemed to me so odd
to buy the stuff in capsules to put into my bod.
I took one before bedtime and it caught up in my throat.
The gelatin slowly dissolved. The spice began to bloat.
I had cinnamon reflux. Then I had cinnamon burps.
I swallowed and I swallowed and took water in four slurps.
I coughed three times and tasted cinnamon each time.
I savored not its flavor. Its taste was not sublime.
That throat lump then descended. The pain was near my heart.
Then suddenly that cinnamon was expelled in a fart.
The jar of cinnamon capsules is huge and fully filled.
Tomorrow morn at breakfast, again I should be pilled.
But though I’m not the type to go against the status quo,
from now on I’ll take cinnamon with sugar, rolled in dough.
This is a rewrite. Image downloaded from the internet. The prompt today was premonition.