Sniff
The Amount of time it consumes to wipe the nose and sniff has often delayed ships and stalled marriages.
Oh the perils of the common cold!
Examinations and Wars come with warning but the darned cold descends unexpectedly.
The first itch of the pallet, followed by the watery eyes and then the barrage of Sneezes has most often than not taken every respectable man by storm.
The armory of kerchiefs are then on display wielding away the phlegm from trickling down.
The common cold brings out the worst in us and also sickens our accents. We say "doh" instead of "no" and "done" instead of "none".
The nasal voice grips and takes over our speech causing us to sound comical and trying.
How often is a man with influenza taken seriously? Rarely!
If Martin Luther King went upon the podium and said "I have a dream" in a nasal twang, it would cease to be a dream and take the form of a nightmare.
History reveals that The white kerchief is a sign of defeat and the scarlet kerchief represents pain.
But Alas! the perils of the common cold have not been reduced into literature. Poets have not lamented over the sore throat and congested chest. On escaping from the clutches of the doom of the running nose how often has a poet written an Ode to the Common cold?
I've often come across people hanging for their dear lives from cliffs whose noses have decided to join forces against them by beggining to itch. On so many occasions I've observed a priest during mass fighting the urge to sneeze into the Eucharist. Men resist the temptation to clear their throats while in the company of their love interests and women altogether avoid blowing their noses in Public lest they seem unladylike. We need to wake up to the reality that the cold renders us defenseless, vulnerable, and gooey.
Oh the perils of the common cold!
Examinations and Wars come with warning but the darned cold descends unexpectedly.
The first itch of the pallet, followed by the watery eyes and then the barrage of Sneezes has most often than not taken every respectable man by storm.
The armory of kerchiefs are then on display wielding away the phlegm from trickling down.
The common cold brings out the worst in us and also sickens our accents. We say "doh" instead of "no" and "done" instead of "none".
The nasal voice grips and takes over our speech causing us to sound comical and trying.
How often is a man with influenza taken seriously? Rarely!
If Martin Luther King went upon the podium and said "I have a dream" in a nasal twang, it would cease to be a dream and take the form of a nightmare.
History reveals that The white kerchief is a sign of defeat and the scarlet kerchief represents pain.
But Alas! the perils of the common cold have not been reduced into literature. Poets have not lamented over the sore throat and congested chest. On escaping from the clutches of the doom of the running nose how often has a poet written an Ode to the Common cold?
I've often come across people hanging for their dear lives from cliffs whose noses have decided to join forces against them by beggining to itch. On so many occasions I've observed a priest during mass fighting the urge to sneeze into the Eucharist. Men resist the temptation to clear their throats while in the company of their love interests and women altogether avoid blowing their noses in Public lest they seem unladylike. We need to wake up to the reality that the cold renders us defenseless, vulnerable, and gooey.
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