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.

Response to Brad on “What Goes Through An Atheist’s Mind On the Brink of Death?”

Brad, as there is no other way to contact you, I will respond to your comment you left at “What Goes Through An Atheist’s Mind On the Brink of Death?” through this post.

My apologies for any offense concerning the title. I was merely attempting to stay in the spirit of Hemant Mehta’s title, “Atheist Thinks of Her Life on the Brink of Death.”

Just curious, but what does this have to do with the fact that you will face God on Judgment Day?

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