I stare at my computer
a blank look from my eyes.
My allergies are acting up,
yes, that I realize.
Tissue? Used two boxes,
am into number three.
Still no signs of stopping
My sneezing misery.
I feel as if I’ll never
breathe through my nose again.
But I won’t take it for granted,
if comes the day I can.
I was stopped up since last Thursday. Today I can breathe again. Breathing through your nose rules!
Ditto Brandon’s poem.
I count that as one of my blessings. I know not of what you people suffer with these crazy allergies.
No, no, no you did not write a poem about your allergies.
That’s just the sick kind of guy I am. Get it? Sick? Eh…eh?
you’re just making it worse. . .