My nose is running non-stop,

it must be the start of November.

It only runs quicker and thicker as

its marathon spans through December.

It wears no shoes; never falters or slows

as it keeps the pace of a jet.

Tissues are useless, sniffing does little

and I haven’t said the worst yet.

It tags all the other noses in our class-

it’s not recess but together they run like mad.

Upon entering a classroom, parents shake their heads and

wonder if sneezing is some new fad.

Each hour is accompanied

by a symphony of sniffles.

Each nose is red and wiped raw.

Each box of tissues

is slowly depleting,

and my nose won’t stop running until winter thaws.

By: Becky Wood

Photo Credits: vetrostock