Best Whooping Cough Poems
The Jab
I am somewhat disenchanted by what I’ve seen and read
Antivaxxers believe the lie that soon the vaccinated will be dead
That our leaders are out to get us, dictating what we need
and will decrease the population by deciding how we breed
I’ve heard more twisted theories in my time upon this rock
made so much worse with rumors on you tube and tic tok
I pray that common sense will soon take hold of every friend
Covid 19 is NOT just another virus. Don’t let it be your end
Remember mumps, measles, tetanus and whooping cough
They were cured by science, not a de wormer in a trough
Think of polio, rubella, diphtheria, hepatitis B and A
Thanks to vaccinations, these diseases were kept at bay
This world is full of deadly germs, we make perfect hosts
Please listen to the doctors instead of any ill-informed posts
Life is short, so show respect for the time you’ve got
Think of others, not just yourself. Now go and get your shot!
in a flash Santa took off
he has a case of whooping cough
the reindeer are wired
now hungry and tired
they say it is time for beef stroganoff
Like sick allergies,
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE
Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!
Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination !
He welcomed them with open arms
and now their flowing in
No ID, Health screen, Background checks
and they're bringing all their "kin"
Two to three day holding stage
then send them on their way
Give them Future Hearing dates
they "Vanish" in a day
Divided United
Quietly they're "shipped around"
on (Contract charter fare)
States aren't told, (they sneak them in)
there's sickness in the air
Measles, TB, Viruses
Spreading all around
Whooping cough and Rampant Lice
just some of what's been found
Bringing those with Criminal pasts
What crimes? They will not say
We checked them all, and they are clean
"Trust us, they're okay"
Clearing Stations, Holding Centers
Food and Clothing Free
Did we open Doomsday Gates
and we're too blind to see?
In the Southwest border towns
north of Rio Grand
The Residents and Land Owners
not allowed to make a stand
But "Uncle Sam" with kind, kind heart
knows how to treat our "Guests"
Give them all a "Welfare Check"
since (BHO) knows best
This doesn't faze our Government
they're blind to what is true
no matter what the "Voters" want
they don't see "Red, White, Blue"
A little man stood at Heavens gate
with a sad look on his face.
He explained why he wished to enter
such a Hallowed place.
St Peter loosened the golden chain
and slid open the silver bar,
then listened to the story
with the big gate slightly ajar.
Please hear my tale of worldly woes
the fellow sadly said.
I ask that you not turn me away,
but grant me eternal joy instead.
When I was only nine weeks old,
I fell out of my pram,
and ever since that sorry day,
I've been in jam after jam!
I had whooping cough when I was one
and chicken pox at two.
German measles also laid me low
and once I had the Asian flu.
My legs were broke in a car crash.
My skull was cracked as well!
When there was a risk of falling,
it was always me who fell!
I've spent six years in hospitals
with many kinds of ills!
I rattle when I'm walking
cause I take so many pills!
My wife ran off with someone else.
My only son was jailed.
My wages were impounded
for promises that failed.
I fell asleep while smoking,
the consequence was dire.
The firemen got there pretty quick,
but couldn't put out the fire!
I lost twelve jobs, I lost my teeth.
I also lost my hair!
In course of time, I lost all hope
and only found despair.
Then I hit the lottery!
Three hundred thousand bucks!
The mailman found me dead from shock,
ain't that just my luck!
St Peter said "Come in my friend
and share a greater fate".
"I can't " the little man replied,
"My foot's stuck in the gate"!
His bad luck didn't end right there,
cause he heard St Peter tell,
"If you don't know how to play a harp,
you'll have to go to Hell"!
AMEN
To vaccinate or not?
What about diseases we forgot?
Like polio, T.B and Smallpox?
Kids can't take peanuts to school, or not,
But they can bring Measles and Whooping Cough.
What other diseases have we forgot?
To vaccinate or not?
Preserving Childhood memories
Those years are like dusty boxes of old books
Each book classify as a quantum leap for me.
My first steps that led to many things,
I kept thinking of my small bottle of goat’s milk
Flavored with Grenada nutmeg to tone down the taste:
Perhaps after my father saw the look of disgust on my small face,
After my first tastes, in comparison to the cow’s milk
Lactose intolerance was the key word in those days.
Little did anyone knew of it…then..
Which was worse the cod liver oil, on Sunday Morning?
Or the nauseating feeling, of the repeats of the oil in one’s mouth
1950s hardly a child escaped mumps, measles, whooping cough or chicken pox.
Childhood disease was most feared, especially amongst the poorest.
So the old folks did whatever, it took to protect us ..
I was always searching, for my next chapter, as soon as I was out of
The danger zone to record, one line at a time
to the simplest things such as choosing the
Best pebbles, the loudest night crickets, to the most
Beautiful butterfly for my collections:
I think I had mention this before once I caught a snarky bird
And try to cage, the poor thing, until my grandmother beg of me
To let it go free, freedom for him was a squeak of happiness,
I could be wrong, but I think the bird return a favor to our household…
There he was picking away at the bananas on the kitchen counter,
Perhaps he saw the danger, that windy morning
A nearby kitchen towel was left to close to the burning stove,
Freedom for him was a squeak of happiness for us on that day
I must indeed say:
Preserving my childhood memories,
not only came from on top of that Hill
But from what that bird taught me,
About a kitchen window that opened with a slight squeak"
freedom
?
It was when I paused a moment from my workload’s pressing call
that I gazed upon the picture frames which lined my office wall
and I sensed a strange sensation and was soon to be beguiled
by the host of beaming faces as six generations smiled.
Though I laud the pioneering skills my grandfathers had showed,
my thoughts drifted to the women-folk who also walked that road
and it dawned that all our chronicles, our ballads, poems too
failed to sing the women’s praises in the way they ought to do.
From the dreamtime of our nation and the Aborigine,
long before the new white visitor arrived from ‘cross the sea,
the indigenous black mothers would seek out bush tucker food
in an effort to give sustenance to her nomadic brood.
And the wretched convict woman with her love-child by her side
forced to labour in the work house - and in vain as her child died –
how she struggled for existence in the infant colony
with the hope of serving out her time and one day being free.
Loyal wives of military men who too were forced to dwell
far away from native England and to live here quite a spell;
also women of free settlers proud to stand beside their men
in a land of sweat and sorrow and rebuild their lives again.
When the question of imbalance of the genders rose its head,
many women sought to emigrate and hoped that they would wed;
but the immigration policy developed many flaws
till the Chisolms of the century took up the women’s cause.
Once the mountains to the west were crossed the steadfast settler's wife
looked to find a piece of country where she might live out her life:
far from comforts of the cities to some isolated run
where she fought a running battle with the searing summer sun -
Where a slab hut was her castle - where a white ant bed the floor –
where she always had a handout for the traveller at the door.
Though she bore a swag of youngsters with the aid of her black friend,
sadly some would battle whooping cough: it won out in the end.
CONTINUED
A Winters tale...........................
As a child I never wondered,
What life we could have had.
I never blamed society,
Or questioned my Mum and Dad.
Though now as an adult I realise,
How tough a life we led.
Cold, cold winters in a council house,
Sharing my sisters bed.
Cold, cold nights, bleak and damp,
Icicles on the windows inside.
For years I suffered from whooping cough,
Twice I nearly died.
I remember us burning, shoes and toys,
Just to try and keep us warm.
But that was the only thing we knew,
To us it was the norm'.
Money was never a problem,
But the beer and gambling took hold.
That shows off my parents priorities,
And it wasn't us kids being cold............
I saw a wrinkled-faced woman so lost and scary,
and from her swelled eyes, tears of desperation ran;
it boldly told everyone that nobody cared...
but that humble human being moved me deeply.
I couldn't go past her and not find out
why she was so distraught
among faces so healthy and joyful...
everyone seemed to ignore her.
I got closer to her...she trembled, but smiled
by holding out her hand with droopy skin;
how long had she been at that busy intersection?
Perhaps many hours, I could tell by her whooping cough.
" Please help me, young man...help me find my home;
I can't remember where I live! " She begged me
by squeezing my warm hand very hard...she hoped
I was that angel who could lead her home.
" I surely would...if you could tell me your name! "
was my answer. " I don't remember anything, son. "
she replied with confusion. Then she showed me
an identification tag with her name and address.
Seeing that gave me a sigh of relief,
" Smile, your name is Linda and you live on 414 Oak Street
which is only two blocks away! " Linda is my name? "
Yes, it is...I'll be happy to take you home! "
Those years are like dusty boxes filled with old books, each representing a significant leap in my life. They captured my first steps that led to countless experiences. I often remember my small bottle of goat’s milk, flavored with Grenadian nutmeg to mask the taste. My father must have seen the look of disgust on my young face after my first sip, especially when compared to cow’s milk. Back then, "lactose intolerance" was a term largely unknown to most people.
The struggle between cod liver oil on Sunday mornings and the lingering nauseating aftertaste was real. In the 1950s, few children escaped mumps, measles, whooping cough, or chickenpox. Childhood diseases were feared, particularly among the poorest, and the older generations did whatever it took to protect us.
Emerging from the danger zone, I was always searching for my next chapter, recording my thoughts one line at a time. I found joy in the simplest things—choosing the best pebbles, listening to the loudest night crickets, and collecting the most beautiful butterflies.
I recall catching a mischievous bird, trying to cage the poor creature until my grandmother begged me to let it go free. That freedom became a squeak of happiness, and I believe that bird returned the favor to our household. There he was, pecking at the bananas on the kitchen counter, possibly sensing danger on that windy morning when a nearby kitchen towel was left too close to the burning stove.
The freedom he embraced brought us joy that day. Preserving my childhood memories came not only from that hilltop but also from what that bird taught me about a kitchen window that opened with a slight squeak—freedom.
Check in Ted,
Check in Fred.
Office space in the nervous system,
and the employees are nervous,
one wrong move and kablamo,
they are splattered on the ceiling,
on the floor.
Brain matter would be everywhere,
but no matter,
the show must go on.
Impulses convulse and pulse here and there,
and Ted and Fred are in control of it all,
in their three by eight inch stall.
Cabinets of memories long forgot,
newer folders of memories just got.
Things taught and learned,
Fred turns to Ted and asks,
"Ever wonder what's outside these walls?
What's past our three by eight inch stall?"
Ted could only answer what he knew,
"This is it Fred,
this is all,
all we'll ever see,
either me or you.
Now go check the hamster,
I think he's fallen off his wheel,
I have to deal with a fax,
that informed me of a troubling fact,
that we left the lights on with no one home,
that the gears are turning with no result."
Fred turned away to check on Benny,
Benny had indeed fallen off,
dead of a whooping cough.
The end of Benny marked Ted and Fred's certainty of being alone.
So now the two lone brain running businessmen check out.
Swipe out Ted,
Swipe out Fred,
Benny's not the only thing dead....
Tonight sick Santa had to take off,
he has a bad case of whooping cough.
The reindeers are acting weird,
all are hungry and dog-eared.
Home for a hot bowl of beef stroganoff.
TAKE A KILL PILL
dear mr. lobbyist I have something to say unto you
I want to discuss the job you do
you line your pockets to legalize a pill
completely disregarding the poor souls it just may kill
have you seen the ads millions of people see?
they run them 1,000 times a day on T.V.
The ads that promise to make people feel better every day
but they phrase them in a particularly deceptive way
the announcer vows that the pharmaceutical will cure a dreaded disease
or instantaneously lower your high temperature by four degrees
they swear your child's whooping cough will be ended by tomorrow
or mitigate a depressed person's sodden sorrow
so now you drive a brand new Lexus and can even afford the gas
all because you get potentially lethal drugs to pass
and it's no wonder you have a hot wife twenty years younger than you
all because of the illicit things you do
These wonder drugs are sworn to save your life or end your pain
and rid yourself of that wheelchair and/or ivory tipped cane
So now you have a new Lexus and a great looking wife
but on the screen in small letters it reads “this drug could help or end your mortal life”
© 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
When I was young
Today I still remember all of it
The same as when I was a kid
Don't remember this virus though
Just measles, coughs and some serious colds
Along with chicken pox and whooping cough
Had them all as well me
But i had no BCG... to save me from the TB
Thankfully one I have not yet needed.
I do though think we can find a way
To wave this virus on it's way
As I am old and you are young
So the fight has just begun
You need to work out what it was
That made mother nature cross
Best
DAMOx