SNEEZE
By James Parsons

I have a cold which makes me sneeze.
It issues forth a gale force breeze.
It topples buildings, mountains, trees,
and brings stout men down to their knees.
It curdles milk and ripens cheese.
It interrupts the Queen’s high teas.
It’s such a sneeze that oceans freeze,
and Mother Nature begs me, Please
to let the birds fly and the bees.