Hello dearest of all my dear friends.
(Dearie me, what an intro that was!)
Here we are at the final day of NanoPoblano and my found poetry marathon. What a journey it has been!
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Moving swiftly on…
For tonight’s poetry excursion, I have dipped my toe into the waters of the celebrated humourous light verse poet Ogden Nash and selected his poem “Common Cold” as my particular poetic ailment…I mean inspiration for my found poem.
I got the lyrics to it over here at Famous Poets and Poems.
Here is the poem in its entirety too for your convenience.
“Common Cold” by Ogden Nash
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
I contemplate a joy exquisite
I’m not paying you for your visit.
I did not call you to be told
My malady is a common cold.
By pounding brow and swollen lip;
By fever’s hot and scaly grip;
By those two red redundant eyes
That weep like woeful April skies;
By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff;
By handkerchief after handkerchief;
This cold you wave away as naught
Is the damnedest cold man ever caught!
Give ear, you scientific fossil!
Here is the genuine Cold Colossal;
The Cold of which researchers dream,
The Perfect Cold, the Cold Supreme.
This honored system humbly holds
The Super-cold to end all colds;
The Cold Crusading for Democracy;
The Führer of the Streptococcracy.
Bacilli swarm within my portals
Such as were ne’er conceived by mortals,
But bred by scientists wise and hoary
In some Olympic laboratory;
Bacteria as large as mice,
With feet of fire and heads of ice
Who never interrupt for slumber
Their stamping elephantine rumba.
A common cold, gadzooks, forsooth!
Ah, yes. And Lincoln was jostled by Booth;
Don Juan was a budding gallant,
And Shakespeare’s plays show signs of talent;
The Arctic winter is fairly coolish,
And your diagnosis is fairly foolish.
Oh what a derision history holds
For the man who belittled the Cold of Colds!
And finally one last time as we draw to a close for the final poem of this glorious month (a tear comes to eye, better flick it away quickly), here is my found poem based on the words of the genius that is Mr Ogden Nash, thank you for reading and hope you enjoy it.
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“Signs Of Shakespeare’s Plays” by David Ellis
Pick up your mouth
Contemplate a joy exquisite to be told
By those red skies
This wave, here the genuine dream humbly holds
Within such wise heads of who never interrupt
For stamping rumba common show signs
Of what history holds for the belittled
Still want more? Then check out other Day 30 posts from fellow NanoPoblano participants below!