I sneezed so hard my hat flew off.
Then it blew away when I stopped to cough.
Now snow is accumulating on my hair,
Because my head is cold and bare.
I would chase my hat if only I knew,
Which way it traveled when it blew,
But the wind is swirling this way and that.
A perfect storm for losing a hat.
So I'll trudge home with a sniffling nose,
And my new white hat that grows as it snows.
Copyright CM Dixon Jan 2013