wee words for wee ones
...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Nose Whistle
I hear a whistle
When I breath.
I wipe my nose
On my sleeve.
It doesn't help -
The whistle's louder.
I try to sneeze
With pepper powder.
Ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo!
Now I'm wheezing.
My whistle's gone,
But I can't stop sneezing.
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