Nothing To Sneeze At


My wife complained one day
At my sneezing with such gusto
I explained to her that it sprang
From my realisation that a sneeze
Is the respiratory system equivalent
Of an orgasm and therefore it is best
To simply just let go and fully enjoy it
She said I must be the only person who
Could manage to complicate a sneeze

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 16, 2017, in Poetry, Prose With Pretensions and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. I think I’d like your wife. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I’ve always thought the same thing about a sneeze. ๐Ÿ˜ณ You aren’t alone.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Your wife is obviously a wise, intelligent woman.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I agree with Lieh Tzu. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: