I must do this post in verse. Enjoy!
You cause my nose to sniffle, down my throat it goes a trickle
My eyes are red, my sniffer’s raw, and oh — how my ears they tickle!
I’m stocking up on eye-drops before my orbs dry out and pop
Out of bed, neti pot in hand — you guessed it, yep, my sinuses are clogged!
You soil my windows and cars with your mustard-hued, pollen dust.
Sure the flowers are in bloom and the leaves are back, but pass the Kleenex – Achoo! – you must!
Headache, headache go away! I have got to function like normal.
This sneezin’ and weezin’ is getting quite old and my demeanor is reachin’ non-informal!
You poked the bear, you better run! I’ll shoot you with my nasal spray!
Out of my path, I’ve had all your wrath, that one girl can take in a day.
(by Julie Kent: the suffering, sneezy, snotty one)