At the Wal-Mart
I was at the local Wal-mart
Where someone sneezed, along with a fart.
At first I was stunned.
Then, I started to run,
and stumbled over my cart.
I knew the germs were in the air,
and that I was getting my fair share.
So, I accepted my fate,
to sit grimly and wait,
armed with chicken soup and a prayer.
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012
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