The Rude Guests (A Springtime Poem)

 

They are intrusive, they are crude,

They are obnoxious, they are rude.

Overbearing and invasive;

Raw and abrasive.

They are miserable, uncomfortable, unbearable, and gross;

And, in fact, they can be . . .

DOWNRIGHT MOROSE.

They make me itch, they make me sneeze,

They make me cough, they make me wheeze.

They are wicked, they are awful, they are . . .

SPRING ALLERGIES.

 

 

 

 

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