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