O Tonsil! my Tonsil!

[ailbhe]

...thy fearful work is done;
My throat surrenders every germ, the cold you sought is one.
The lungs are near, the swell I feel, the glands are all exulting
While follow eyes that stream with tears, the lurgy grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the searing pains that sped,
Where in my throat the tonsil lies
Swollen, ill, and red.

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[hitchhiker.livejournal.com]

i love it :) sorry about the tonsils, though - i had to have mine out at five, so i do sympathise.