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.
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Author:
WriteBeLight (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2017 06:33
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Oh dear, pollen spells disaster for some - or irritation, annoyance, etc. A fine write.
Thanks orchidee. Had a lot of rain and seems to be helping 🙂
Allergies - don't they make you want to curse. I'm not bothered by pollen but suffer cold induced urticaria which in simple terms: I'm allergic to the cold - sounds daft but it's the opposite of those who suffer from heat rash.
Wow. I did not know that. Yes, allergies suck scissors! Just hot liquids for now. And, very pain full throat and neck. Thanks for the info Michael!
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