Having read many peoms lately, I feel somewhat inspired to write one of my own. The following poem is in reflect on my spring allergies. I'm no poet, but this was fun!
Spring is Here
The flowers bloom in full color,
Freshly green they greet on another.
Their yellow dust coats the out of doors.
I feel my throat is growing sores.
My nose begins to sneeze;
the flowers I want to sqeeze.
I feel my eyes itch,
and down my brows begin to twitch.
Many medicines I do try,
But their failure leads me to cry.
Tissues cover my floors,
And left undone are my chores.
The rain cannot keep it at bay;
It gives them more energy to play.
I'll simply sleep through this season,
Due to my allergies fuzzy reason.
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