By
Bud Lemire
Always seems to make me sneeze
Always at this time of year
When the Autumn time is near
Eyes are itching all the time
I rub them until I am almost blind
Then the eyes are sore and red
While I sneeze my way to bed
In the morning I start my day
Sneezing all over as I walk away
My nose is itchy, I wish it would stop
My head feels like it just might pop
It's affecting my whole body in many ways
I wander around as if in a daze
Once the sneezing starts, I can not quit
I rub my eyes and then I spit
I didn't realize, but now I know it's true
It's been with me all my life through
But sometimes it just seems much worse
It's like I have some sort of curse
I'll end this poem with one last sneeze
I itch just like a dog with fleas
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