Vintage 1: Cooties, the silent killer

This is a pernicious matter

A death knell is heard in its wake

anticipating ears twitch and grow warm

 

Our defenses hold no ground though

A useless panoply in our possession

Our sweet magnolia rations depleted

 

Through thin smoke a soft stinging

Unprepared faces now rosy with red

from where the cooties intercept the cheek

 

A catch resulting in victory

I think I’m dying in view of her subtle cheering

Cooties bite proliferating the field and throughout the body

 

This really is not so bad though

Said no adolescent at all

Cooties, the silent killer of our youth

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