Immune
By Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
When you’re muffled to the chin and
You wear flannel next the skin and
‘Spite of all, the frost creeps in and
Gets you, Winter’s nearly due;
And, in snuffling citizens, a
Fierce attack of influenza
Wakes a wild, insane cadenza
With the burden ‘Ar-tish-ooO!!’
Then a sight that sends me crazy
In these chilly days and hazy,
Is to see defiant Daisy
Tripping blithesomely and bold
In a blouse that’s simply shocking
And a flimsy silken stocking,
All the ills of Winter mocking.
Does she ever catch a cold?
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