Man-Cold

What is congestion?

If not man’s menstruation?

Caught in the crossfire,

Of god’s righteous ire,

Whoever could be so bold?

As to challenge the dreaded man-cold?

As he lies prostrate and in pain,

His moon having waned,

Welcomed into the fold,

Of they who suffer the dreaded man-cold.

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