The Seed - a poem

A wondrous salad of reds and greens
Such colorful cucumber salad I'd never seen
Took a bit of cuke and onion fresh
I hadn't thought the flavors would mesh
But then my nose caught the onion scent
I coughed, I sneezed, and up my nose it went
I sneezed, I coughed, it wouldn't dislodge
I just wanted to get that seed out of dodge
I started to look for another tissue
When with one last sneeze, the seed did issue
It stung so bad, I laughed so loud
It garnered stares from the dining crowd
I ran to the men's room to clean my nose
I hope my embarassment didn't show
And though I'm glad the seed isn't stuck
I couldn't help but think, isn't it just my luck?