Bit of Whimsy – Fall’s Allergies

KODAK Digital Still Camera
Golden Rod

Wicked, wicked
Golden Rod
Without hardly even one single nod
Your pollen’s unceasing furies
Are unleashed
With only one breath
My eyes begin to weep,
Of course, also the drippy nose
I feel I sneeze 
From my head to my toes

So, even though I am enchanted
By your deceitful beauty's glances
Within the earth so deeply planted
Too close I dare not ever linger
As you are for me the bringer
Of each breath’s struggle
And cause me to curse all the troubles
your fall beauties scatter broadly in the air!

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