Suffering wasn't fun, but the poem is!
|Wheezing, sneezing, crying too,
allergies rocking me through and through,
spring is here, flowers bloom,
ragweed or hay will be my doom.
That itch in my nose
brought on by a rose,
these watery eyes
from the pollen that flies,
I think I'll go
to the medicine chest
to see just what
will work the best.
Allergies, allergies don't play fair,
their blooming cause is everywhere.
I really hate to say this dear;
I think I'll stay inside this year.