Pinking on a couple of my sense’s here
Circling aside, from any two eyes or ears . . .
"Who knows what? ...of this pair of lips or
Two nares? . . .of my primmed grin, even?"

"O’ a smile seems stridden if the nose has a fall!
Smirked, if encircled . . . all slunk, if in wrought!"
"And, who gave me this cold anyway?
Chap has a name? . . . No?"

Inserted me off from all odors and taste!
Spun on my axis . . . no visions, apace!
Yea, bidden,  round n’ round like a rolly-polly!
Curled up in this little ball . . . all lain!

". . . Germ-ridden!", He quoth!

All drest in my chaffed-riven coat . . . Who? . . . me?

And the wiles made me sneeze in his face!
"God Bless, YOU!" , I said . . . with lips barely parting . . .
Red-chinned from drooling, . . . never did smell his farting!
And the last thing I mouthed was the rim of his glass . . .

Better to overlap and cut in from behind
Than snivel all alone with alas!

Pink You!

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Kimmy Van Kooten