David Crandall Poet Rhyme

An Uncommon Cold

I praise the everlasting fount,
so glorious in its amount. 
Who would have ever thought, I sighed,
I had such copious snot inside. 

A tissue box?  I took the suggestion
and endeavored to clear my congestion. 
At first, I was relieved and elated
till I found I was entirely deflated.

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Kim Rodrigues December 31, 2025 at 9:34 AM Too funny! A blowout - the tissue box David Crandall January 1, 2026 at 11:48 AM lol!

Gershon Wolf December 30, 2025 at 8:26 PM 'copious snot' - that's right p there with some of Spiro Agnew's best. ~ Nattering Nabob David Crandall January 1, 2026 at 11:48 AM Haha, I remember Spiro. Hmm, you don't seem old enough? You must be a student of history.

sara Etgen-Baker December 30, 2025 at 6:18 PM I know that deflated feeling that comes with a cold...had one last week during Christmas....hard to be jolly and bright when in discomfort :-) David Crandall January 1, 2026 at 11:46 AM Yup, I caught mine Christmas Day, but I'm over the worst - well now its behind us :-)