The cough arrived on Wednesday
Sly and persistent, stalking its next host
First, it took up residence in the throat
Of a latter-day Scrooge
With vocal cords as tight as piano wires
It led him a merry dance through the midnight hours
Next it selected a fatter prey to pester
Bedding down in an outsize larynx, triple x
Tweedledum's Adam's apple became a juicer
Oh the phlegm that it inspired in him!
A horrid little boy proved quite a challenge
Always washing his hands to ward off germs
The cough laid siege and entered his lungs on the bus
His wheezes blew it wide, a plague to many
It met its match in the chest of a veteran soldier
Who battled it with Fisherman's Friend full strength
Who gassed it with Friar's Balsam
Who smothered its ingress with liberal lashings of Vic
Who finished it off with a tumblerful of toddy
Last seen it was panting up to recuperate
In a respiratory ward for afflicted sneezes
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