Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Sniffy Iffy

Rush Limbaugh pitches on the air
The Zicam nasal swab for colds.
With his audience Rush does share
He is swabbing as hint unfolds
That a cold is coming on him.
But what Rush does not realize,
He's lost his sense of smell - quite grim.
Because not noticed by his eyes,
His cigar drops into his crotch,
And slowly starts his pants on fire,
As his gofers helplessly watch,
Flames engulf his portly empire.

Bodily burned, but Rush will live -
Crisy critter conservative.