The Sniffle

In spite of her sniffle,
Isabel's chiffle.
Some girls with a sniffle
Would be weepy and tiffle;
They would look awful,
Like a rained-on waffle,
But Isabel's chiffle
In spite of her sniffle.
Her nose is more red
With a cold in her head,
But then, to be sure,
Her eyes are bluer.
Some girls with a snuffle,
Their tempers are uffle,
But when Isabel's snivelly
She's snivelly civilly,
And when she is snuffly
She's perfectly luffly.


I just love Ogden Nash!!








This poem is a perfect one to add to the collection I'm preparing for DH. In the not to distant future, I hope to create a booklet of poems about doctors and illness - pleasant ones.....so, it can be on a table in the waiting room.

Already on the list is Shel Silverstein's *Sick*; A A Milne's *Sneezles*; Will Carleton's *The Doctor's Story*; and a couple of ones written by his own patients.

Let me know if you have a favorite.