Minigasm

She came often
Never needing an invitation
She loved it here
The dust drifting through the air
It played on her allergies
But she didn't mind

"Achoo!"

"You OK?" I ask

"Ooh.... I'm fine"

Often I'd find her in the garden
Sniffing at the flowers
I'd always warn her
But too late
"Achoo!"
Pollen and its powers

"You right over there?"

"Ooh.... Just my hay fever" she'd reply

I remember once I came home late
She had arrived before me
To cook a feast
Or so she said
But all I found was buttered bread
She sneezed so much
So long and hard
That I couldn't help but wonder
What she meant when she said
"Be a sadist and pass more pepper"
I thought I heard her wrong
Then noticed she had a cough
A smile spread across my face
As the pepper got her off

© 2005, Mosquitobyte