My sinuses are so full,
*sniff*
I am aching in my skull.
*sniff*
And I am having issues
*sniff*
With all these yucky tissues.
*sniff*
I leave my jeans pockets stuffed -
*sniff*
Now the laundry is all fluffed.
*sniff*
Mom is really not happy,
*sniff*
Don't blame me - I'm the sicky!
*sniff-sniff*
Do you have allergies,
ReplyDeletewhen dust comes flying in the breeze?
Perhaps to ask for a tissue, please
to catch the germs before you sneeze.
We love your poem and the *sniff*y parts.
We'll memorize it with our hearts.
Me and my dog,
can you guess his name?
Keep up the great work.
JOY