To sneeze, or not to sneeze-that is the question:
Whether it’s better for my nasal cavity to suffer
The annoyance of inconsiderate reflexes,
Or to face the tingly tickle of holding it in,
And, by halting, tearing up. To achoo-to be blessed.
No more sneezes; and by being blessed to say they’ve won
The pollen, the dust that triggers the sneeze
That allergies call their own. This is a horrible feeling
To be loathed. To sneeze-to be blessed.
More attention to the scrunched up face of achoos
For in that sneeze I’ll gain the stares of many
With a scrunch of the nose and the worst things on earth
Running down my face. There’s what makes this sneeze
Not a thing to be missed.