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​