Sniffles and Sneezles

I am not in band, nor choir, nor orchestra,

But I must say, my elective is even greater,

Trumping even the cyclical beats of

A marimba with a calabash resonator.

Though generally quiet and generally calm,

As seasons vary, our class goes along,

For in times of pollen and California cold,

Our transformation is one to behold.

With the advent of bacteria jogging afloat,

We become a nuanced nation nodding with notes.

The coughing chorus begins its lines:

Hitting highs with sniffles and sneezes,

Wet wheezes and whines,

And blessings from the father of Jesus.

Hocus, pocus, focused mucus;

Phrygian phlegm;

Now and then, a muffled ‘ahem’.

The Riley administration must issue

A quota for the supply of tissue.

And so, still smart, though sick,

Children bring stacks

In bags of plastic.

And despite the bacteria running amuck,

Healthy bodies solely from luck,

The harmonious hacks from back to back;

This is my song: acadec.