I do not like the motor-bike to skid.
I do not like a nasty hacking cough,
Nor influenza. And I never did
Enjoy the thought of frizzling on a grid,
The while wee flaming devils dance and sing.
But short of simple Hell without the lid,
I think that jaundice is the damn’dest thing.
Fleas, faintness, famine, stomach-ache, the feel
Of flies upon your face, rats in your bed;
Lice, dusty roads, a blister on your heel,