Dust Expulsion Poem by Veronika Knollman

Dusty dirt, particles spread sparsley above... Ah-choo! to you, my once unfettered loving, bridal'd dove. Here's a rag to wipe thy sneeze... Just make sure next time, all wettesh matter, does not get caught in an uncontrollable mis spent summer's breeze. Splaaaat! ! ... Where's it at? Did it land on my Tabby Cat? ... Or perchance-upon my unhappy frowning, friended boy, named Mat? Ha! Ha! Ha! , That was a very funny sonnet, hope ya didn't get too much snott on it! God bless-Michael Jeffrey Gale.

I liked that poem and as I was reading it my son sneezed three times. Isn't it funny how life works? Good poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb