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Hay Fever
with apologies to Robbie Burns
My love is like a wet, wet nose
That drips from May to June
My love is like an allergy
That sneezes out of tune
As fair art thou post nasal drip
So deep in thee am I
That I shall cough and wheeze away
Until my nose gangs dry
Until November comes my dear
Snot freezing in the cold
My nose a block of ice my dear
Until February’s old
But rest assured my dribbly love
April will melt my smile
My nose will drip again in May
When pollen’s back in style
© Johnmichael Simon
2011
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