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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

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© Johnmichael Simon



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