I’m Sick of this Bussiness

I’m Sick of this Business

 

The drippings of noses

That comes when the roses

Decide it’s about bloomin’ time,

That they opened their heads

To my uttermost dreads

Their Secret-most weapons of crime.

 

With feverish coughing

And Sneezerish snoffing

I plead beg and implore.

Please Stop Please,

These allergies,

I just can’t take no more.

 

-M.M.

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