Atishoo!
A sneeze; a human avalanche
With gusto and with might
So loud and forceful from one’s nose
It may give rise to fright
For with such great velocity
All germs are then outspread
To drive the healthiest of souls
Right back into their beds
Where further expulsions of air
From nasal passage blasts
Olfactory organ burning red
As cold sets in real fast!