Germs

One of my favourite poets has to be that famous New Yorker, Ogden Nash. I adore his wit and humour. His poetry ranges from two line snippets to long, free-style ramblings. I chose this one for a few reasons: it's not too short but not impossibly long; it's fun; in honour of my youngest daughter.

My little girl has been so sick for the last little while that it has become funny. She moved through scary convulsions that landed her in the hospital for two weeks to mono and now is facing oral surgery to lose her wisdom teeth next week. She actually missed an entire two months of school last semester. So this is for my poppet!

The Germ

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.