Friday, January 27, 2012

a poem and pictures

A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than a pachyderm,
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race
His childish pride he often pleases

By giving people strage diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.
 By Ogden Nash

Poor little girls.

1 comment:

Barbara said...

Poor little girls, indeed!