Tickles My Tonsils

                                                       

                                                      Oh great! 

Here it comes

Deep 

In the back of my throat, 

The tiny prickle

That wiggles

And wriggles

And tickles 

My tonsils. 

Sip a drink

Of something pink.

Oh no!

Higher climbs

Up 

In the depths of my nose,

Some tiny itch

That rushes

And brushes

And twitches

My nostrils. 

Give a snuff . . .

It’s not enough.

Oh my!

Hold it tight,

Far

At the edge of my eyes,

The tiny lashes,

That wink 

And blink

And splash

My glasses.

Squeeze tight,

All your might.

Oh dear!

Once it starts

Pounds

In the drums of my ears

The tiny sneeze

That fizzles

And twizzles

And wheezes

My cochleas. 

Stop that squirm,

You lousy germ!

Oh rats!

An explosion will

Come

In the strength of its might

A growing blast

With . . . eek

And . . . ooh

And . . . ah

. . .

I 

lost 

it.