THE NOSE KNOWS

I just have to know something.

It’s been three days now . . .

And three boxes of tissues . . .

Also countless paper towels . . .

And maybe a roll of toilet paper. 

Seems like there’s no end in sight . . .

And I really, really want to know something.

And I’d bet my hanky you have too.

Just exactly how much snot can one nose make?

Oh, don’t go, EEUW! That’s disgusting!

Because I know you’ve thought the same thing at least once during a bad cold.

I mean, the body is an amazing machine.

The job of mucus is very efficient. Actually fascinating.

But after three days of an incessant “buzzing’ in my nostrils . . .

And a forever dripping faucet on my face . . .

I surrender!

Will it ever cease?

And for heaven’s sake!

Ah, ah, ah, ah . . .GONE!

Ah, ah, ah, ah . . .GONE!

Ah, ah, ah, ah . . .GONE!

Ah, ah, ah, ah . . .GONE!

Where do all those “almost” sneezes go?

I SO need to “choo.”

Always, Em-Musing