The trouble with
the UK...
My eyes have not
streamed
(Had more funny
dreams)
And I have not
succumbed
To the cream
that numbs
‘Coz that fucking
itch
Has been such a
bitch.
It’s been so much
fun!
So much warmth
from the sun!
It’s been easy to
breathe;
Forever stuffed
up I seethe.
And during this
time away,
A few days on
holiday;
Away from the
sneezing
And the hot sun
- not freezing!
My sinuses,
ears, nose, and eyes
Have not run,
got blocked up or cried.
No snot, gunk, nosebleed
or headache
Or ‘take a
painkiller for everyone’s sake’!
A few days
without nasal spray -
Didn’t need the
steroid today.
Nor
antihistamines to calm histamines
Stayed packed,
not to be seen.
Opened my eyes
in the sea
To help the dry
eye in me and
Swallowed enough
of the ocean
To stop the ailments
in motion
And my pollen
infested ears
For a few days
disappeared!
I’ve been told that
Britain is cold
And London is
icy, not paved with gold.
But it doesn’t stop the
sniffing, wheezing,
And sneezing-
even when it’s freezing!
And I as go
through immigration
I don’t feel much
elation
As by the time I
reach home
I will start to
moan.
The itch will be
back
And before I hit
the sack
My eyes will be
full of tears
And won’t be too
pleased.
From grass,
pollen, all through the year.
None of these
while away
Not even reactions
holding a Ray!
Don’t mean to sound
rude
But can only
conclude
That during the
last few days away
I can only be
allergic to the UK.
Linda Lawrence
November 2019
