The sickeningly sweet perfume irritated his nose
That flirty scent of fake flowers, imitation rose
Lingered in his nostrils too long, what a tease!
It tickled, he could not help but to sneeze.
Achoo, Achoo
Miracle Man
9/7/2024
I rise each morning chomping at the bit,
because allergies are giving me a near fit.
As I blow, and I sneeze,
I breathe with a wheeze,
I’m glad it’s nothing that I can transmit.
an early spring chill
brings on a terrible cold
viruses rampant
pollen in the air is worse
full-time sniffling and sneezing
written April 16, 2022
Sumer is icumen in
a modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
This is an update of an old classic for those of us who suffer with hay fever and other allergies ...
Sumer is icumen in
Lhude sing achu!
Groweth sed
And bloweth hed
And buyeth med?
Cuccu!
Keywords/Tags: spring, summer, seasons, hay fever, seeds, pollen, pollution, med, meds, medicine, medical, achoo, stuffy, nose, blowing, ragweed, congestion, update, updates, updating, flower, flowers, health, daffodils
I’d hate to be a pachyderm,
My schnozzle such a wacky worm
That though I willed it slack or firm,
Each sneeze would really pack a squirm!
I was eating a bagel,
With the late Betty Grabel
When I accidentally,
Dropped lox on the floor
I thought it was cool,
Ya know, that three second rule
So I ate it
Before someone had walked through the door
I thought it was stable
Near the edge of the table
But it dropped off,
When Mrs. Grable had suddenly sneezed
But nothing got on it
It just tilted her bonnet
Thank goodness, luckily...
Her nostrils were squeezed
A sneeze signals trouble,
all hell is breaking loose,
another one seems loud,
annoying it must be,
Anna hands me Kleenex
as more body shocks come...
Achoo! Achoo!! Achoo!!!
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah haiku
ba ba ba bless you
Achoo Haiku
Fever comes, covers
Nature holds back flu, achoo!
Bamboo shivers, cold
Achoo Haiku
Cold swift river
Sneezes on the lotus shore
Take 2 aspirin
The majestic oak,
Resting in its leafy shade-
Photosynthesis.
The grass has turned brown.
The leaves have all fallen down.
The air has taken on a different feel.
My allergies are back, oh where is that pill?
My eyes start to itch.
My nose runs with a twitch.
This would be my favorite time of the year.
If it weren’t for all the pollens around here.
As I stifle a sneeze.
That was caused by this breeze.
My inhalant is near.
Eyes are a blur I wished they were clear.
I feel like a sap.
Maybe I need me a nap.
My head wants to pop.
Food tastes just like slop.
Did I mention this was my favorite time of the year?
I can’t go outside I’m confined to right here.
The coolness at night.
Oh such a delight.
The tissues are near.
To keep my head clean and clear.
To the pharmacy my wife I have sent.
To find me some relief is her intent.
Just six more months and it will all be okay.
Then I can get out and play.
But until I see that day.
Inside I will stay.