30 June 2012
A sneeze and a snuffle
I cannot muffle.
I despair of my nose,
As anyone knows,
Who suffers the same.
With late spring it came,
To taunt and to tease;
The pollen disease.
No sexy feeling,
When I am sneezing,
And reaching for tissue.
If only he knew
How rotten this is.
No problem with his
Perfect working nose,
That he never blows.
Poor old me,
I hope you see,
That life can be grim
When hay fever sets in!
The Pollen Curse • Opuss № I