ah-ah-Choo!
Pardon my sneeze.
ah-Ah-CHoo!
It's not a cold.
It's allergies.
ah-ah-Choo!
Will you hand me
a tissue, please?
Ah-Ah-CHOO!
I'm trying hard
to remember
to use my sleeve.
AH-AH-CHOO!
When I was a little girl we carried handkerchiefs. When we got a little older we learned how to embroider our hankies. We did not learn how to sneeze into our elbow. But then, I always had a funny, little kitten sneeze. Can you write a poem today with the word sneeze in it?
Just exactly the way my poor son does. Spring blooms do not thrill him! Thanks Joy.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if it helps if a person with allergies could go north and south of the equator so that they didn't have Spring allergies? But, then you'd always have to miss Spring one of the most beautiful seasons.
DeleteHow many sons do you have? I have 2.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI like the rhyme of allergies and sneeze. My sneezes nearly blow the house down. Not very lady-like.
Hey, thanks Linda.
DeleteThat is a slip rhyme and I thought it was a little cheezy, but I did want to get the idea of sneezing into your elbow and that was the best I could do at the moment. I hope you are enjoying a beautiful early spring. I think this poem could work well as one in two voices, or if I was doing it with an audience, I'd have them say all the ah-ah-choos, with it getting louder with each time.