Allergies
by Jill Fisch
My eyes are puffy,
My nose is stuffy,
I sneeze and sneeze and sneeze.
Oh, just what is a girl to do
But sit around and say achoo.
The weeds, the seeds,
They do not care about my needs.
They drift around on a gentle breeze,
Unaware that they make me wheeze.
These weeds of summer can tease and tease
And often bring me to my knees.
While I just wait, oh please, oh please,
For the coming of Fall and the next hard freeze.
