Gesundheit!
The drama of a sneeze can’t be denied,
Its setting of the stage is masterly,
It starts with just a tingle deep inside
In nasal preface to catastrophe.
And then it builds to twitchings of the nose
With halting gasps that interrupt your speech
To give fair warning by your facial throes
That soon you’ll splatter all within your reach.
But if you try to stop it by main force
Or stifle the inevitable blast,
You find that goes against its nature’s course–
Just let it go and get relief at last.
For sneezing is a pleasure, it is taught;
Conversely too: being sneezed upon is snot!
That last line still cracks me up, but oh, “Nasal preface to catastrophe” sounds like the title of a postmodern novel. You know, Nasal Preface to Catastrophe: A Novel.
That’s hilarious, because my sneezes are just like that. Wet and nasty.