A Song of Spring

This tree is out to get you!

Spring is here, with fragrant flowers
Wafting perfume here and there.
Here I stand amid the bowers,
Breathing the aromatic air.

I will punch out the next person who tells me to get out and smell the flowers!
I will punch out the next person who tells me to get out and smell the flowers!
A tickle rises up my nose
Stops and digs into my brain.
I gasp in dread, as I suppose
That allergies have struck again.

Pollen, Pollen, what have I done
To make you want to torment me?
Why can’t I enjoy some springtime sun
And why can’t you just let me be?

Ahhhhhh – CHOO!!

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8 thoughts on “A Song of Spring”

    1. You can get the same effect in my neighborhood right now by opening the door and stepping outside!

    1. I hand you a virtual box of kleenex, specially softened with lotion to sooth that irritated nose, and a neti pot for all that sinus gunk.

    1. Hay Fever has an unfortunate tendency to put a damper on high notes. We have to take them where we find them during pollen season! 😉

  1. Ah wake up and smell the roses Kathy!

    Ouch! What did you have to go and punch me for?

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