We weren't quite yet old enough for a high school reunion, and not quite close enough to become Facebook friends or follow each other on Twitter. And yet, here we were. Jack had been one of my best ... [+]
(though not because of the cold).
‘Cause noses flow like a river,
And I face a terror untold.
They yank and they yank without a pause
Unaware of the horror they cause me.
Just wash your hands!
It’ll protect your glands,
And save a poor box some therapy.
The sound they make, a horrendos A-CHOO!
Warns me that I’m about to be used.
I wish I could fight,
I better find a flight
That’ll take me to sweet TImbuktu.