It is allergy season in my house.
I listen with delight at the orchestral sneezing, coughing, whining and wheezing, tailored for my maximum irritation. A portion of my ever lessening paycheck goes to remedies, medication, quackery and tissues. Any attempt by me to open the windows is met with horror, and I am threatened with dire retribution if I request assistance weeding the trashed yard. I have allergies, but I faithfully spray my nose with my allergy medication and viola! I am good to go. If my family would only do likewise, we would all be happier, and I would not get a crick in my neck or hoarse telling people to for the Lord’s sake PLEASE put your tissues in the trash.
Never one to sit and be victimized, I swish my pen and retaliate with a poem. That will show THEM! Any situation can be fodder for poetic license. So to all of you who empathize with either camp, enjoy my humorous poke!
Our day quickly becomes distracting
when we have a nose that flows.
For we cannot help reacting
when our smeller becomes our foe.
There is nothing so subtracting
as when its color turns red as a rose.
And red noses are certainly detracting
for in the toilet our looks go.
Whether an from allergy or cold
our sniffling, snorting woes
make us push up tissues to hold
the mucosal waterfall hose.
Most people take whiny issue
when sneezes shake their toes.
When people throw their tissues
selfishly here, there and down below,
sides are drawn and friends become foes.
But ahh, a benefit to a snotty nose;
some days are meant for these mean lows.
For now and then we are meant to rest
and a flowing nose is an obvious show
and an excuse that is just the best!