Got the sniffles today and wrote this to ease the slings and arrows of an outrageous wife! With my tongue planted firmly in my cheek! I trust the humor is evident!


Man Cold

At certain death's door I lay
Trembling in coughing palsy dire
My head a drum that devils play
My nose a tap my chest a mire

No nostrums will this mess effect
No tender hand or caring glance
I'm rendered lost to all benefit
Alone I suffer this piercing lance

Men must suffer so much more
While women chide to settle the score



Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-17 at 15:00

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Kathy Lockhart
A very clever rendering. Art is worth the suffering. Thank your wife. She's allowed you to endure all what ails you for the love of poetry. Now, write her a sonnet. :D
2017-10-18



Oh, but the tragedies of a man cold certainly desrvw to be praised! And those outrageous wives, of course.
Very nice rhyming. :)
Ashe
2017-10-17


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Oe what a exalaenty, ode, to one man's, man floo!
Ken
2017-10-17


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I have many thoughts about your gender breakdown but speaking them aloud wouldn't do. OTP has thoughts of her own. The two do not coincide.

Clever and good rhymes, esp. first stanza: lay/play & dire/mire, they are more than casually linked to one another.

Rose hip tea and lots of sunshine.
2017-10-17


shells
A dose of "man flu" I feel 🤧 I'm smiling, hope you feel better soon.
2017-10-17