Ode of the Tissue Box

October comes and I shiver
(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.
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