Allergies

Suffering wasn't fun, but the poem is!

Wheezing, sneezing, crying too,
allergies rocking me through and through,
spring is here, flowers bloom,
ragweed or hay will be my doom.

That itch in my nose
brought on by a rose,
these watery eyes
from the pollen that flies,
I think I'll go
to the medicine chest
to see just what
will work the best.

Allergies, allergies don't play fair,
their blooming cause is everywhere.
I really hate to say this dear;
I think I'll stay inside this year.