I plan to spend,
This Sunday,
Coughing and coughing,
From allergies, today.
I fear that my,
Sniffles will last.
Nose red and sore,
Until allergies pass.
They said that the,
Pollen explodes,
Leaving the dust,
On cars and road.
All that stuff,
Flies up and away,
Until the rain,
Reprieve\'s the day.
In the meantime,
Laryngitis.
Try my best,
Put up a good fight.
Sip hot tea,
And, soup of broth.
Put in earplugs,
As I sit and cough.