At eight o’clock communion the silence was intense:
A holy calm in which the slightest cough might cause offence,
And into this stepped Reginald, he’d come with time to spare:
Time to pray, and look around to see just who was there.
No one noticed Reginald, or not until he chose
To draw attention to himself by wrinkling up his nose.
The very silence shuddered, and the congregation too,
For all within the building knew what Reginald would do.
For several anxious seconds, time itself appeared to freeze
Preparing for the moment when poor Reginald would sneeze.
It happened every Sunday, every Sunday was the same,
He'd sneeze throughout the service till the blessed Blessing came.
No wonder none sat near him and that he was left to stew:
A solitary outcast in an isolated pew.
And so, be warned, lest those around should leave you in the lurch,
It’s best to take a hanky or some tissues into church.
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