Mary Lu Longshoe didn't know what to do.
Every time she sneezed
She used another tissue.
She threw the tissue on the floor,
Stacked up piles behind her door.
Tissues in her closet, too,
Each time she sneezed
Tissues were packed tall on her bed
Piled so high they covered her head.
Tissues totally covered the chair.
No one could tell Mary Lu was there
Except for her muffled
I hope you don't have allergies, but if you do write a poem about it. Have a great weekend.