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.

Advance Warning

I am considering taking this blog on an adventure by redirecting the content that will be posted. Not certain how long I will be on this journey.

I will be working through some writing excercises, so if you read something that is less "devotional" or "spiritual," don't be alarmed. I do have a broader range of interests you know, so have a little fun with me. "Loosen up!" they tell me.
Should you desire to keep reading, I appreciate any and all feedback!

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