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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Isn’t there a rule that you’re not allowed to have a cold in the summer? I’m sure I saw that somewhere.
I love Ogden Nash. We have two picture books with his texts for The Tale of Custard the Dragon and Custard the Dragon and the Wicked Knight. I never got tired of reading them to my kids, and I still read them to myself from time to time now, even though my kids have “outgrown” them.
I really would love a collected volume of his works, since I love everything of his I’ve read.
Oh, and I meant to say FEEL BETTER SOON!
The poem paired with the photo are priceless pieces of perfection.
Hope you’re feeling better. Thanks for the amusing entry 😀
Love the poem, but I’m sorry you’re sick!
Simple, to the point and very real. Universal in its appeal. The germ.