LO, praise of the prowess of sickened folk,
of snot-filled fans, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the sneezing won!
Oft Keely the Wolfe-Child, in days of yore,
from many a sinus the mucus flowed,
awe-ing the offspring. There she lay
friendless, aggrieved, as fate beseiged her:
for she waned under Virus, and called it "cold,"
till before her the folk, both far and near,
ran from the sound of her thunderous hacking,
and offered her tissues: no joy was had!
To her a phlegm ball was was afterward born,
a glob in her chest, which hell had sent
to clog her airways. Great was her woe;
aforetimes none had suffered such a plague!
Famed was this Keelywolfe: far flew the boast of her,
daughter of Affliction, endurer of The Cold.