Oh Nose
The chills flew in on Monday.
On Tuesday came the cough.
The aches unpacked on Wednesday night.
They all took Thursday off.
On Friday came the sneeze-a-thon,
I barely made it through.
On Saturday, sore throat moved in,
On Sunday lips turned blue.
I’m shaking, shivering, coughing, sneezing,
What am I to do?
I’m putting up my head for sale,
And moving to Peru.
— Tiffany Strelitz Haber
Reprinted by permission of the author.
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About the Author
Tiffany Strelitz Haber, author of The Monster Who Lost His Mean, Ollie and Claire, and More Cheese Please!, was born in NJ, raised in NYC, has traveled extensively and lives for adventures. She will taste any food she is served, be it fried Witchetty Grubs on a stick or Calf’s Brain Ravioli, and loves being deep in the woods or under the sea. Her obsession with rhyme began at the age of 3, when a nursery school admissions scout asked her, “What is a flower that rhymes with nose?”, and she proudly shouted: “Rose!”. Many years later, after a long career in finance, she has reconnected with her love of words and rhyme as a writer.
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