Ode to My Allergies

No this is not in true ode form. lol. Quick back story to this poem: I was talking to fellow Long Island Poet, Jay Jii, and I was talking about my allergies. He said I should write a poem about it. So I did. This was the end result.

Ode to My Allergies

Morning breaks and I start coughing

A sign of what's to come

My nose runs the Boston Marathon

No stretching beforehand, it just takes off

Looks back at me, the great Sphinx

And runs further away

Until right before the finish line

It slows down and backs up

Glues itself in place

And causes a traffic jam in my sinuses...

I open my mouth to speak

Only nothing comes out

I haven't a voice

And I admit to some that's a blessing

I clear my throat

I sound like a cat hacking up hairballs

I take a Benedryl, which completely knocks me out..

I wake up and I start coughing again

And then one eye starts to itch

I take a tissue and dab it

Waterfalls emerge from my tear ducts

As if my heart had been broken

Onions look at me and start to cry

Someone asks me “what's wrong?”

To which I reply with a hefty sneeze

And they answer their own question

“Oh it's just your allergies.”

c2011 Lady Samantha