Me and My 'Kerchief", Sonnetlike Options

[jgdittier]

When I was young, my mother taught me so
To use my handkerchief if nose to blow
And if a cough or sneeze I had to yield,
To use that trusty rag as yet a shield.
But then came paper tissues laundered not,
So little Johnny's cold- he'd nought to blot
And rarely does he have a tissue, thus
His cough goes to the air to share with us!
His mother mentions sleeves and she affirms
They better be to capture all those germs.
And so, those cloths where viri gathered tight,
Throughout the air they float and love their flight.
 Might Kneenex be the darling now of science
 Or sleeves it be on which we place reliance?