Ogden Nash

(August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)

Common Cold - Poem 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!


Comments about Common Cold by Ogden Nash

  • Rookie Mitch King (6/16/2009 5:26:00 AM)

    humor while keeping pace and flow, amazing (Report) Reply

    9 person liked.
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  • Rookie Jimmy Wrangler (12/7/2007 4:38:00 PM)

    Only a talent like Ogden Nash could make a cold funny. This guy is my all time favourite. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie The Banana Republican (4/24/2006 11:22:00 AM)

    ogden nash is the steve colbert of poetry, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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