A Poem for Dr. Ur-Spo who has ANOTHER cold

Sneezles

BY A. A. MILNE

     Christopher Robin

     Had wheezles

     And sneezles,

     They bundled him

     Into

     His bed.

     They gave him what goes

     With a cold in the nose,

     And some more for a cold

     In the head.

     They wondered

     If wheezles

     Could turn

     Into measles,

     If sneezles

     Would turn

     Into mumps;

     They examined his chest

     For a rash,

     and the rest

     Of his body for swellings and lumps.

     They sent for some doctors

     In sneezles

     And wheezles

     To tell them what ought

     To be done.

     All sorts of conditions

     Of famous physicians

     Came hurrying round

     At a run.

     They all made a note

     Of the state of his throat,

     They asked if he suffered from thirst;

     They asked if the sneezles

     Came after the wheezles,

     Or if the first sneezle

     Came first.

     They said, “If you teazle

     A sneezle

     Or wheezle,

     A measle

     May easily grow.

     But humour or pleazle

     The wheezle

     Or sneezle,

     The measle

     Will certainly go.”

     They expounded the reazles

     For sneezles

     And wheezles,

     The manner of measles

     When new.

     They said, “If he freezles

     In draughts and in breezles,

     Then PHTHEEZLES

     May even ensue.”

Christopher Robin

Got up in the morning,

The sneezles had vanished away.

And the look in his eye

Seemed to say to the sky,

“Now, how to amuse them today?”

Get Well Soon - (and if you read the poem aloud it will help the healing...)