I don’t want to miss another poetry Friday just because I am sick. (Darn summer cold) so I share with you the cause of my current misery through the words of Ogden Nash. There’s a nice bit of biographical background on Nash here and you can read his long but humerous poem The Common Cold here. But the cause of this darn stuffy head, swollen eyes, coughing, sneezing I can’t sleep time in my life is all because of this:
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.
— Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash poems and stories Copyright © by Linell Nash Smith and Isabel Nash Eberstadt.
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