Ragweed

‘Tis the season to be sneezin’ all about,

And the reason for the wheezin’ ain’t in doubt.

All the pollen that is fallin’ is makin’ me so blue,

I’m a-crawlin’ while I’m bawlin’, then I go. “Hachew!”

Now I must confess, my hanky is a mess and I’m hackin’ like a fool,

Lungs are in distress, allergies I guess, my sinuses will rule.

Gotta’ take a pill, that’ll fill the bill for the ache in my head,

Prescription to fill, kinda’ got a chill and the coughin’ I do dread.

 Eyes are gittin’ red, could end up in bed a-waitin’ for a cure,

Nasal spray instead, tears are gittin’ shed, I need help for sure.

Ragweed is in season, givin’ me a reason to don goggles and a mask,

So I won’t be sneezin’, maybe even wheezin’ when I cut the grass.

LDT Sep 12, ‘21

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