Achoo!

Wrong place, wrong time.
They sneezed and now it’s mine.
Throat of glass, nose like a sieve.
Lots of tissue-presents I give.
Washing hands and face to rid,
Germs from me and to bid,
Goodbye sooner to this mess,
Who would ever would guess,
Salad bars could make you so sick,
Feverish with green bogeys thick.
If only I would have been more wise,
Catching colds I sure despise.
Sorry for myself with many laments,
At my disregard for common sense.
It was easier to take my vitamins,
Now my nose feels stuck with pins.
My poem is done and I bid you,
Goodbye with an ”Achooooooo!”

By: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman