I barely woke this morning...
Could hardly get up.
My head was fuzzy,
and my nose was running....
I grabbed a hanky.
"What's wrong with you?"
My sweetheart said,
"You feeling janky?"
"Allergies," I paused.
"Nothing too swanky,"
And blew my schnoz
Into a hanky.
We've come to August
And late summer sun;
The apples hang robust;
The garden's almost done.
It's time to go and have some fun,
And now my nose decides to run.
The ragweed and the goldenrod
Fill up the air with pollen pods.
I'm gettin' cranky feeling janky!
I will thank ye to hand me a hanky.
Janky!
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
I barely woke this morning...
Could hardly get up.
My head was fuzzy,
and my nose was running....
I grabbed a hanky.
"What's wrong with you?"
My sweetheart said,
"You feeling janky?"
"Allergies," I paused.
"Nothing too swanky,"
And blew my schnoz
Into a hanky.
We've come to August
And late summer sun;
The apples hang robust;
The garden's almost done.
It's time to go and have some fun,
And now my nose decides to run.
The ragweed and the goldenrod
Fill up the air with pollen pods.
I'm gettin' cranky feeling janky!
I will thank ye to hand me a hanky.
Janky!
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