Common Cold > why 'common ta' Poem 4
(excerpt)
Go hang yourself, you old M. D.! hates the doctor
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
I contemplate a joy exquisite
I'm not paying you for your visit.
I did not call you to be told
My malady is a common cold.
By pounding brow and swollen lip;
By fever's hot and scaly grip;
By those two red redundant eyes
That weep like woeful April skies;
By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff;
By handkerchief after handkerchief;
This cold you wave away as naught
Is the *bad word* cold man ever caught!
by Ogden Nash

can someone help me write a p. e.d. a.l paragraph abt how imagery has made this poem more interesting​

Read the poem "travel" by edna st. vincent millay. the railroad track is miles away, and the day is loud with voices speaking, yet there isn't a train goes by all day but i hear its whistle shrieking. all night there isn't a train goes by, though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, but i see its cinders red on the sky, and hear its engine steaming. my heart is warm with friends i make, and better friends i'll not be knowing; yet there isn't a train i wouldn't take, no matter where it's going. what is the central idea of this poem? the narrator is preoccupied by a desire to travel. the narrator spends many hours traveling by train. the narrator is frustrated by the noise of travelers. the narrator has fond memories of her travels.