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.