|God's Inflicted Pain is a Blessing!
When one's febrile with a fever
should he mope? Why, never!
For a fever is God's favour,
instilling fervor for the Saviour;
like the wall outside the nut;
like the ram's relentless rut;
like the Ban and like the daid,
pain reminds of what we're made.
26 Jan 07
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this is really good. It makes you realize things you wouldn't ever think of. great job
I'm worried Netters, don't you go and start getting all spiritual on me, unless of course you have some kind of numinous experience. :)
Worry not for Netters--it's just another screwball poem, pitched semi-straight faced.
The critic knows one of us is in poetic trouble as soon as s/he gets to the L2 conundrum:
'shall it be rhymed neever to fever, or fevver to never? And so it goes downhill from there, even though I only installed one major pun by splitting a Bandaid for triplex meaning.
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