Sneezles

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;
  The 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?”

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Alan Alexander Milne

Alan Alexander Milne was an English author, best known for his books about the teddy bear Winnie-the-Pooh and for various poems. Milne was a noted writer, primarily as a playwright, before the huge success of Pooh overshadowed all his previous work. more…

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