The Sneeze

hankey

Ahh-chooo! Goes the sneeze
I shake from heard to my knees
hankie catches all

Mother always gave us
freshly ironed hankies
our noses must stay clean
the etiquette of using
our hankies
demands it not be seen

Dainty dabs for ladies
when we need so much more
the art of using a hankey
for a kid was a terrible bore

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