An Immortal Poem

 
The  Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup 
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up; 
They looked upon the Creature with a loathing undisguised;— 
It wasn't Disinfected and it wasn't Sterilized. 
 
They said it was a Microbe and a Hotbed of Disease;         
They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees; 
They froze it in a freezer that was cold as Banished Hope 
And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap. 
 
In sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears; 
They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears;   
They donned their rubber mittens and they took it by the hand 
And elected it a member of the Fumigated Band. 
 
There's not a Micrococcus in the garden where they play; 
They bathe in pure iodoform a dozen times a day; 
And each imbibes his rations from a Hygienic Cup—   
The Bunny and the Baby and the Prophylactic Pup.
 
Arthur Guiterman, Strictly Germ-Proof 

 

 Don't forget your mask, people.

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  1. Hmmm. Written in the wake of the pandemic of 1918?

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  2. His poem Strictly Germ Proof was published in the Woman's Home Companion in 1906 and poked fun at the growing obsession that Americans seemed to have with trying to keep things clean.
    Seems Madison Ave. has been obsessed with pushing personal daintyness for quite some time.

    "On the Vanity of Earthly Greatness"

    The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls
    Of mastodons, are billiard balls.
    The sword of Charlemagne the Just
    Is Ferric Oxide, known as rust.
    The grizzly bear, whose potent hug
    Was feared by all, is now a rug.
    Great Caesar's bust is on the shelf,
    And I don't feel so well myself.

    This guy was good.

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