I wonder why you're so inclined
with each explosive exhalation,
to bless my soul each time I sneeze;
renounce this social obligation.

The origin of your response
is wrapped in lore of evil spirit;
resist the urge—but if you must—
consider words of greater merit.

In your attempt to wish me well
when plague and demon beg evicting,
in lieu of Proost, Salud, God Bless,
I might prefer You're so good looking.