Warm
Days
And
A
Gentle
Breeze
Have
Brought
That
Gift
Of
Spring,
The
Sneeze.
At
Night,
Our
Trees
Grind
Out
Pollen,
And
By
Morning,
I have
Fallen,
Attacked
Through
The
Nose
By
Everything
That
Grows.
Anti
Hista
Mine
Makes
Me
Feel
Slightly
Green,
But
I can’t
Make
That
An
Issue.
Pass
Me
A
Tissue!
*Ah
Choo!*