Saturday, January 24, 2009

Ode to my Neti Pot

Named, I presume, for some fond grandmother, Neti,
when I can't breathe you let me.
Away foul sinusitis! Be gone blocked nasal passages!
Despite vicious cold, I suck air through my nose
regardless of my head's position relative to the north pole.

Come, cherished Neti, with your (kinda gross) rewards,
In with warm saline - out, out mucus hordes!
Alas, splendid pot, it seems you cannot
work your same magic on tortured vocal chords.

A recitation of this ode will not be possible at this time.


Reetay Arvaysay said...

Brava! Brava! xoxo

FlapScrap said...


Sounds like the same bug has swept the nation.

Keith said...

no it's an online virus