Extract from Winter Complaint by Ogden Nash
I don’t like germs,
But I’ll keep the germs I’ve got.
Will I take a chance of spreading them?
I sneeze out the window
And I cough up the flue,
And I live like a hermit
Till the germs get through.
And because I’m considerate,
Because I’m wary,
I am treated by my friends
Like Typhoid Mary.
Winter complaints is the theme this month: any old coughs and sneezes and winter diseases please!
I suppose some of you out there are not suffering from hypothermia, frost bite, or other ghastly influenza like bugs, but you can always moan about the excessive heat or lack of water. Points will be deducted if you feel you must write something cheerful about this dreadful season. Frozen pipes, or broken limbs from tumbles on icy paths are especially welcome.
Gales, blizzards, or major power failures permitting please submit your entries by close of play on 25th January 2015.