Sneeze

By Paul Reed

Some have a long build-up to it
With others it arrives unannounced;
Some try to mask things with their hands
Others don’t mind it being pronounced;

Some emit it like a gunshot
Like a crack of a high-powered rifle;
Others squeeze the end of their nose
In order the noise to stifle;

With some it is a distinct two-stager
With the ‘Aah’ split from the ‘Tishoo’;
Others do it without a pause
In one note like a cow’s ‘moo’;

Some desperately search for a Kleenex
Or a hanky to cover the roar;
Then take them home to have them washed
And replace them with new out the drawer

I wonder if your way of sneezing
(Whichever you think most merited)
Has been developed as you grew up
Or was your style inherited? ;

Whichever way you sneeze
Whether you’re a ‘stifler’ or a ‘blaster’
Just remember to aim away from me
And prevent a sneezing disaster

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