Since it looks like a lot of people are in the poetic mood I'm going to try one myself
The ticklings in my throat, they itch and catch
Causing wheezing dry and fruitless-
No phlem for me to expel, why macrophages, why?
From the sour looks and narrowed eyes I duck
In my little lab I shall hide
Disguised by the sound of the vacuum ovens
As I spread
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