I have nothing good to say
When it comes to the budding month of May.
What’s my reason?
It’s the beginning of the Black Fly season.
But wait there’s more,
I need only to open up a door
And to get a whiff of the spring time breeze,
For my world to become filled with allergies.
And hiding somewhere undetected
With an aim that is so perfected,
Is a tiny little speck of black
Already planning its attack.
What a sneaky little witch.
It strikes with vengeance, and do I itch!!
It seems to like my hair line best,
I’ve scratched so much that I’m a mess.
And just look at my swollen bloodshot eyes
It’s the handy work of the damn Black Flies.
First I cough and then I wheeze.
And before to long I start to sneeze.
Really it’s a Witch,
There is not one place that I don’t itch.
I bought Kleenex down at the store,
I have used them all and I still need more.
Then I bought a gallon of citronella,
Hoping to kill the pesky feller.
What a jerk.
It didn’t work.
It seems that they’ve become attuned,
Over the years they have become immuned.
So what in hell can a person do?
Besides cough and scratch the whole month through.
Now there are places I do not wish to share,
But they have somehow invaded my underwear.
I guess I’ll just go on coughing and wheezing,
I’ll scratch a bit along with the sneezing.
I’ll swear a lot and I’ll blow my nose,
Which by now resembles a blooming rose.
I think I’ll call it my red balloon.
Perhaps it will help me prepare for June,
And the Damn Mosquitoes
