Tania Kettle

My Pops, every time I sneezed, had this poem that went:

One a wish...

Two a kiss...

Three a disappointment...

Then he would stop and say, There's actually 12, but I can't remember the rest.  Then laugh.

Which used to drive me nuts.  

So what I've been doing these last few days, is trying to find this damn poem.  Apparently, I could find every other bloody poem about Sneezes, just not this one.  Until today.

And it goes like this:

One's a wish,

Two's a kiss,

Three's a disappointment.

Four's a letter;

Five's something better.

Six is a journey to go.

To sneeze on a Monday, hastens anger.

Sneeze on Tuesday, kiss a stranger.

Sneeze on Wednesday, sneeze for a letter.

Sneeze on Thursday, something better.

Sneeze on Friday, give a gift.

Sneeze on Saturday, you'll get a gift.

Sneeze on Sunday before you break your fast,

You'll see your true love before a week is past.

It's actually an old Medieval Sneezing Rhyme which originated in Scotland, so he would have heard it back home, as a child (when he was smoking and playing poker as a five year old, if his stories are to be believed).

But I've always loved this poem, and I'm glad I found the rest of it.

Oh, and before I forget, Sneezes are lucky, it means the Gods have noticed you.

Wishing you much awesomeness.

T and Spirit

xx