This Darn Cold

   THIS DARN COLD

 

Chills and fever rack my bones

I’ve tangled with a germ

And though I’ve tried to kill it

This cold is holding firm

 

I sit here wrapped in blankets

As I cough, gasp, and wheeze

Polluting everything in sight

With every mammoth sneeze

 

I’ve gargled salt until my lips

Are crusted with white brine

I’ve nasal sprayed hourly

This sore red nose of mine

 

There’s piles of soiled tissue

So I guess I must suppose

That my brain has turned to water

And it’s dripping out my nose

 

I’ve tried some Vicks upon my chest

A compress on my head

Cough syrup deemed disgusting

And honey on my bread

 

Gulped pills and vile potions

I’ve tried them all, you see

Even tent of misty steam

But a cure’s a fantasy

 

I’m here to say not one thing worked

And what I say is true

Head colds are so horrendous

I should sue! … Wouldn’t you

 

4/25/96 – Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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