A silly poem about pollen.

Spring flowers in my garden. Photo owned by PR Mace

There’s pollen fallen.

It’s everywhere.

In the air.

Even in my hair.

My car is yellow.

Though it’s painted red.

I sneeze my head off.

Loud enough to wake the death.

My dogs play outside.

And on their fleet feet.

Pollen enters my home.

That was once so neat.

Yes’ it’s everywhere.

This pollen that has fallen.

But once the misery is done.

Spring flowers bring cheer.

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  • PR Mace on Mar 29, 2012

    Thanks to my husband Craig for walking though the house today singing a silly song about how the pollen was fallen.

  • TooLate on Mar 29, 2012

    This poem is so beautiful.

  • Secre22 on Mar 29, 2012

    Cute!

  • Jackie on Mar 29, 2012

    I like it, very cute poem. Loved the picture of the flowers

  • xphantoms on Mar 29, 2012

    Nice poem, like it

  • erwinkennythomas on Mar 29, 2012

    most impressive! you make pollen come alive

  • Christine Ramsay on Mar 30, 2012

    A very cute poem. I hope you are not allergic.

  • Likha on Mar 30, 2012

    Lovely flowers, lovely poem. Thanks to your husband. :)

  • Lex92 on Mar 30, 2012

    Awe :) that’s so cute! Really enjoyed reading this :)

  • Tulan on Mar 30, 2012

    Pam, everything here is yellow. Isn’t it terrible. I love your poem though.

  • fishfry aka Elizabeth Figueroa on Mar 31, 2012

    Great poem, but pollen for me is…………a disaster.

  • Starpisces on Mar 31, 2012

    enjoy reading this poem. Lovely, how nice if I stay at your place, can see the real ones.

  • Ruby Hawk on Apr 16, 2012

    I’m so glad the pollen is finally past. I hope this will submit Pam. I’ve tried several times on different days..

  • Moses Ingram on Apr 16, 2012

    Spring is here! Thanks for this.

  • clay hurtubise on Apr 19, 2012

    Fun piece.
    Thanks,
    Clay

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