I cough and wheeze.
I think I am about to sneeze.
My nose is red.
My ears? They itch.
My eyelids have begun to twitch.
Don't rub. Don't scratch.
It makes them worse.
But if I don't I think I'll burst.
Just one light swipe.
It's such a tease.
Would someone pass a tissue please?
I've had enough.
I'm getting pissed.
Quick! Someone call the allergist!
I shouldn't weed,
and yet I do.
With that I bid you all---
ACHOO!
I think I am about to sneeze.
My nose is red.
My ears? They itch.
My eyelids have begun to twitch.
Don't rub. Don't scratch.
It makes them worse.
But if I don't I think I'll burst.
Just one light swipe.
It's such a tease.
Would someone pass a tissue please?
I've had enough.
I'm getting pissed.
Quick! Someone call the allergist!
I shouldn't weed,
and yet I do.
With that I bid you all---
ACHOO!
Poor you. Good poem and gorgeous picture.
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Mighty Mom the First
Too funny. Hope you managed to get some drugs to sort you out.
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