An infinitesimal slight speck
tickled nostril follicle – activated
via an itty bitty, nitty-gritty dirt
band Noah bigger than a mole
luck yule set in motion a chain
a reaction, whence mine sensitive
proboscis honker (a wheeze hilly
little bridged fine-tuned pug
nose aroma sensor), got unexpectedly
in gauged (in holy matt trim mo’ knee)
to chew, and eschew pledging troth
(in favor of hanky-panky) found
this chap feeling phlegmatic despite
an endless string of faux allergic
emanations, which upon subsiding
left me throat rather raspy and voice
some octaves deeper akin to a coterie
of celebrated jumping frogs from
Calaveras County, California took
residence and took leave sans
stranglehold upon math rote upon
awakening from a hard day’s journey
into the night across the outer limits
of thine twilight zone resurrected
during slumber, yet upon awake
kin in feeling much refreshed and
hungry enough to eat a horse
– nee – make that forced whore –
gulped down with a hoof
n hour and now recount how
back in the day when zooming
thru the Lilies of the Valley
(whooshing mass elf tubby an aero
plane) frequent bouts with uber
twittering snap chatting sinus
attacks besieged crinkled,
doppelganger expeller for germs
hunting with his clean X
instantaneously for nasal passages
to enter surreptitiously the fecund
effluvia dripping, oozing, and
seeping clear liquid as wintry cold air
loses droplets from out a near
frozen nose, which bloke knows
not why frigid blast stimulates a
gallimaufry of sniffling to spurt into
a volume of one after another
gesundheit snorting trumpeting
unwittingly confusing Canadian
geese, who misconstrue the
honking from midway centered
facial organ, which angry
birds in tandem with a flock of
Seagulls quite perturbed to
espy one curmudgeon chap
clapping hands over (what feels
like a smashed face) in an effort
to stifle subsequent gummy
emissions, which residue
expectorated with heaven hoe.
This thick mucous essentially
the defense mechanism of
a healthy body electric to re
store biz zee nose as usual,
which for this mild-mannered
liberal leitmotif from the
chronicle of one matted natted
ring nabob of nativity attests
congested mob functioning like
a well-lubricated machine,
et for the life of me, nary a
handy dandy blues clues evident
as per, how the human entity em
powered to steamroll over any
reasonably annoying bugaboo.
Ah, now if only a similar innate
defense mechanism arose within
the mental health, that would be
a supreme testament to thine
atheistic exist ants of miracles
minus the attendant pharmacopeia
of this, that or some other drug
to the aright skewered psyche (of this
contemplative, emotive and
intuitive literate outlier), whose
fifty plus eight shades of gray
the matter went awry and skewed
toward tipping point (to cope
with ordinary cares and concerns
of an uncertain whirled wide web)
found the bulk of his life riddled
with a joe king, gun slinging tub
back ha chew win, bard arse wordsmith,
who doth newt like to utter any crossword.