Bad Cold by Shel Silverstein

  This cold is too much for my shortsleeve. Go get me a Kleenex--and fast. I sniffle and wheeze And I'm ready to sneeze And I don't know how long I can last.... Atchoo--it's to wet for a kleenex, So bring me handkerchief, quick. It's--atchoo--no joke, Now the handkerchief's soaked. Hey, a dish towel just might do the trick. Atchoo--it's too much for bath towel. There never has been such a cold. I'll be better off With that big tablecloth, No--bring me the flag off the pole. Atchoo--bring the clothes from the closet, Atchaa--get the sheets from the bed, The drapes off the window, The rugs off the floor To soak up this cold in my head. Atchoo-- hurry down to the circus And ask if they'll lend you the tent. You say they said yes? Here it comes--Lord be blessed-- Here it is--Ah-kachoooo--there it went.

The answer to, "Can you name that sin?"

The other day I posted this:

"There is no temptation for it, neither does it offer any pleasure to the one who does it;
It is very offensive, yet may be repeated at will;
It causes increasing hardness against Biblical Christianity and distress to every Christian;
It shows the destruction to which mankind is bound, a sure sign of desperation and hopelessness.
(hint: it can be loud)"

Did you figure out what it was?

The answer is: cursing or swearing.

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