The Sniffle

In spite of her sniffle, 
Isabel's chiffle. 
Some girls with a sniffle 
Would be weepy and tiffle; 
They would look awful, 
Like a rained-on waffle, 
But Isabel's chiffle 
In spite of her sniffle. 
Her nose is more red 
With a cold in her head, 
But then, to be sure, 
Her eyes are bluer. 
Some girls with a snuffle, 
Their tempers are uffle, 
But when Isabel's snivelly 
She's snivelly civilly, 
And when she's snuffly 
She's perfectly luffly.