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.

- WANTED -

Dedicated Christians who are not for sale;
Who are honest, sound-true to the heart's core;
Who condemn wrong in friend or foe, in themselves as will as others;
Whose conscience are steady as the needle to the pole;
Who will stand for the right if the heavens totter and the earth reels;
Who can tell the truth and stand by it;
Who neither brag nor run;
Who neither flag nor flinch;
Who can have courage without whistling for it, and joy without shouting to bring it;
Who have the current of everlasting life running deep, still and strong -
Who know their message and tell it, know their duty and do it, know their place and fill it -
Who are not too lazy to work, nor too proud to be poor.
Who are willing to eat what they have earned, and use what they have paid for.

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