Allergies you make me mad
Allergies you're not so rad
You tickle my nose and
I can't even smell a rose
Without a tissue at hand
I drip and itch
And my throat feels all scratchy
Oh, allergies...WHY ARE YOU SO WACKY!?
If I could, I would
get rid of you for good
But I can't so I'll suffer
And hope they'll get no rougher
One day I know
I'll breath freely again
Until then...pollen, please be my friend!
I know, I know, I'm a poetical genius ;) That pretty much sums up my month in a poem. Oh, I love spring but I so don't like allergies. I know Melanie feels the same way.
At least spring is beautiful...but I am gladly welcoming MAY (take that pollen away!) I just can't stop rhyming...
Ok, I promise that's the end of up close, flower still lifes for a while. They've had their fair share of blog post glory. Stay tuned for some ravioli-making coming your way!