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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