Tickle My Tonsils

Here's to everyone who suffers from spring allergies - 





TICKLE MY TONSILS

Oh great! 
Here it comes
Deep 
In the back of my throat, 
The tiny prickle
That wiggles
And wriggles
And tickles 
My tonsils. 


Sip a drink
Of something pink.


Oh no!
Higher climbs
Up 
In the depths of my nose,
Some tiny itch
That rushes
And brushes
And twitches
My nostrils. 

Give a snuff . . .
It’s not enough.

Oh my!
Hold it tight,
Far
At the edge of my eyes,
The tiny lashes,
That wink 
And blink
And splash
My glasses.

Squeeze tight,
All your might.

Oh dear!
Once it starts
Pounds
In the drums of my ears
The tiny sneeze
That fizzles
And twizzles
And wheezes
My cochleas. 

Stop that squirm,
You lousy germ!

Oh rats!
An explosion will
Come
In the strength of its might
A growing blast
With . . . eek
And . . . ooh
And . . . ah
. . .
lost 
it.

2 comments:

Nancy K. Sullivan said...

My daughter's family of four are right there with ya, Yvonne. Such misery. Your poem really hits where they live, especially now.

Yvonne Blake said...

I tend to have more allergies in the autumn instead of the spring, but I know many who dread this time of year.

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