It’s not coming. Don’t despair.
Scan the area for divine care.
Feel a fault and probably compare.
It’s in the air. Sneeze and tear.
Steady now. Don’t wobble.
Walk tall between trees or hobble.
Watch the bark. Don’t craze it.
Kick one and overlook a lark
ascend into the sky
that’s pretty stark
behind the back of Shelley’s eye.
Judging poets to be the best lawmakers
among all the earth’s movers and shakers,
forget about the worm that listens down under.
Or the pecker who won’t let you slumber.
Stay the course and operate from on high
with a bag of tricks surpassing A-I.
Then rise up and challenge your breezes
with tropes all about between sneezes.
Snatch them out of nowhere and stuff your back pockets
or dispose of them in your eyes’ sockets.
I’m telling you we’re headed for The Big Sneeze
without a hanky or a nasty squeeze!