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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