There’s a tiny tickle in my nose;

Of allergies I’m in the throes.

Cedar and oak?

Hardly a joke,

When you’re sneezing from head to toes.

 

So hit me up with nasal spray,

With pills and shots — even Ben-Gay.

I long to breathe

And feel at ease;

Oh pollen, go the fuck away.

 

©2013 Wendi Aarons