Bad [Doggerel] From My Writing Past #5: My Cold?

Bad [Doggerel] From My Writing Past #5: My Cold?

I got it from someone who,
When they touched the doorknob,
I did, too.
The virus went from nose to hand,
And by the doorknob, hand to hand.
From my hand up to my nose
Went the virus. There it goes,
Through my nose and down my throat.
I started talking like a goat,
Coughing, sneezing, aching, wheezing.
Please don’t joke; I hate the teasing,
Runny nose and gooey phlegm,
Great ACHOO and small AHEM.
I can’t wait to get much better.
Meanwhile, hanky’s getting wetter.

[N.B.—I’m not feeling sick, but quite a few of my friends are or have been just recently, so I thought I’d dig this out and dedicate it to them. I first wrote this back in August 1991, and it’s clear to me now that while growing up I read far too much Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein. Yes, yes, I know I have to break the cycle of abuse. When I have children, I’ll read them Shakespeare instead of Where the Sidewalk Ends. I promise.]

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7 thoughts on “Bad [Doggerel] From My Writing Past #5: My Cold?”

  1. Don’t you dare read them Shakespeare to start! Seuss and Silverstein are too awesome – Oh, the lessons they’ll learn there!

    Is it Minnie’s birthday?

  4. I read this poem while I coughed and I sneezed
    I know now for sure that I am diseased.

    The bug went from doorknob to hand to the nose?
    I’ve got to tell you, that it really blows!!

    Smiles!
    Broch

  6. This calls for that personal sized can of Lysol.

    I’ll hold my breath around a peer. I’ll wait until the air is clear. . .

    Yep. Dr. Seuss has a hold of me too.

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