Sonnet to the Grippe

 

    Sonnet To The Grippe.

 

 

I caud a liddle co’d two dayd ago

     Ad leed I thoughtd id wad a co’d, bud dow

     I know it id the Gribbe becaud – ker ’chow! –

I’be lade ad sore from head to foot, ad blow

My node ten thousa’d tibe a day or so.

I sneede ad sneede ad then I sneede sub bore

     Ad hag ad cough ad wheede like edythi’g

     Ad bundled id a dressi’g gowd so big,

With every bode ad buscle id be sore.

 

O, by! O, by! I wish that I wad dead!

I feel so – ker’choo! – awful id by head;

     You’ve doe idea wad gribbe id likg – ker’choo! –

     Until id geds an under hode on you;

I’d rather hab bost eddy thi’g instead.

 

Feb 25, ‘09