Ogden Nash

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

The Germ - Poem by Ogden Nash

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.

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  • Rookie Iona Binnie (4/22/2008 7:56:00 PM)

    I recited this poem as a school asignment. Most of the kid iked it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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