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Ode № 124774

A Cold

Member since 2005 · Posted 3 May 2005 · Edited 14 May 2005 · 3 comments

All hail to my runny nose! Like bubbling brook it sings and flows With gush unchecked by weir or dam, Unhindered by the hand of man. My runny nose! I sing to thee, A waterfall thou'st made of me, But now my joy in thee is quenched; Enough! or else I shall be drenched!

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[7] deleted user 14-May-05/2:40 PM Reply
Classy fun. The title is too plain
[n/a] Niphredil › deleted user 16-May-05/6:46 AM Reply
I think you're right. It was untitled until posting on poemranker, hence the bad title... ideas would be welcomed. :-)
[8] Ranger › Niphredil 18-Mar-06/2:28 PM Reply
'The Demons of my Agues'?

Great fun, this little ode... 'Enough! or else I shall be drenched!'

Marvellous