Nap Upon Nap

I do not want to use the dreaded d-word Because I don’t think it is that But all I want to do frankly Is nap, nap, nap, nap, nap. My state of mind is fogged and smack Allergic cough, right ear is clogged. Hack. Hack. Hack. Cannot get my breath. An elephant sits on my chest. Ack! Ack! Ack! High pollen count bringing spring swiftly back. Early this year, on a faster track Hope it is not on the CV nineteen rack. I do not think it is depression. I do not want to think that. But I am going back to take another nap.