Thursday, March 13, 2008



Christopher Robin
Had wheezles
And sneezles,
They bundled him
His bed.
They gave him what goes
With a cold in the nose,
And some more for a cold
In the head.
They wondered
If wheezles
Could turn
Into measles,
If sneezles
Would turn
Into mumps...

(taken from Sneezles, a poem from A.A. Milne's Now We are Six)

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