Tuesday, July 19, 2011

A Poem About My Nose

Dear Allergies-
I don't hate a lot of things ... but I hate YOU. We haven't had rain. It's not Spring or Fall.  Nothing is blooming. Everything is dead. So go away. You're not welcome here.  I'd rather sport the Rudolph look closer to Christmas.


Poor Amanda had a runny nose,
that made her cough and sneeze.
It was quite red and sniffley,
because of her allergies.

Day and night her nose would run.
It caused her such disgrace.
Her biggest wish is that her runny nose,
would run right off her face.

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