Allergies
Cotton floating from the trees,
caused by a gentle springtime breeze,
air, pollen laced makes me sneeze,
Achoo.
A Bee at work while it's still sunny,
gathering nectar for its honey,
Ragweed makes my head feel funny,
Achoo.
Could I but move to a climate dry,
with no more weeds to make me cry,
to face each day with but a sigh,
Achoo.
A place in which my eyes won't swell,
Arizona is good so I've been tell,
this Johnson grass sure rings my bell,
Achoo.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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