Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Wind in My Hair

A windy day and had no hat,

So held my hair as best I could,

And was ever so grateful that

The bus came, I got on, all good.

A lot of passengers, but I

Found last empty seat and sat down,

Right in front of a wheezing guy,

Cold or allergies, I did frown.

But soon forgot him as I read

A magazine until I heard

An awful sound behind my head,

And then the worst of wind occurred.

Whopper sneeze that guy blew my way,

And through the air flew my toupee.