A sniffle of the nose,
“not again.” I think.
Aaaaaaaaaaachhooooo!
The blow!
And lo!
A slimy green glob emerges from my nostril.
I pick up another tissue.
Why is this always the issue?
A simple change in the weather,
and now it feels like a feather,
is constantly encompassing my nose.
Aaaachoooooo!
Allegra, Zyrtec, and Claritin can kiss my ass.
They don’t make the grass
any less allergic to me
Aaaachooooo!
I guess I must suffer
while the wind is blowing
all of those pretty pollen pieces.
I can’t enjoy the scenery,
I’m too busy sneezing.
Aaaaaachooo!
Poetry
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Haha! I have lived this poem so many times I’ve lost count. I love how you called them “pretty pollen pieces.” Great poem!