Ah Spring...

fiction
poetry (ish)

(with apologies to the original authors of really lovely work)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a...
A...a....AHCHOO

sniff

What's in a name?
That which we call a rose would
By any other name still...sm..sm..sm...SMAHCHOO

Ahem

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more sniff
And more tem...more tem...more temperAAHHCHOO

Sniff AHEM Sniff

In the spring a young man's fancy
turns lightly to thoughts of...sniff
thoughts of...of...AHCHOO....

Ah spring when an old woman's fancy
Turns solidly to thoughts of
Benadryl, Claritin, Nasacort, anything
Anything to bring relief from Spring.