Gesundheit

The light autumn breeze
Runs through the trees,
Tickling their noses
Until they all sneeze.

They fall to their knees
And jitter their leaves -
Would somebody come by
And bless them all, please?

A chicken from Pickens says, 'What?' 'Your butt!'

There once was a man from Prague,
Who thought that he might start a blog
To post up his rhymes
(From time to time)
So that your good sense he might flog.

**And just so you know, I'm from California;
Though my rhymes are still cheesy (just thought that I'd warn ya).