Spring’s Bitter Pill

It’s spring… and it’s time

For furious rants

About the damned spawn

Of amorous plants.

The roads and the cars

Are all sporting a glaze

A Residual effect

Of this damned chartreuse haze.

Go out in the sun?

I’d love to… but can’t,

That yellow-green mist

Makes me cough and pant!

I fight to get by

In so many ways;

Happily this lasts

Just a few days.

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