Sunday, September 30, 2012

With Apologies to Paul Simon

Hello Ragweed my old friend
You've come to torment me again
Because an allergen softly creeping
Left its   dust  while I was sleeping
And the mess planted in me drains, and
Still remains
Ten thousand  bits of pollen

In bushy fields I've walked along,
Asphalt streets lined with weeds like you
"Neath the halo of yellow light
I turned my head to avoid your pollen blight
When my eyes were stabbed with an itch
That split my sight
And touched my sinus' yet again

And in the daylight I saw
Ten thousand bits of pollen, maybe more
Pollen falling in my hair,
Pollen falling in my face
Pollen  that covered me
I did not dare
Disturb the fields of Ragweed

"Fools", said I, "Don't you know
Ragweed like a cancer grows
Hear my word that we can stop its growth
See my arms reach out to pull it down
But my words did not help
They flew through the fields and fell on empty ground
And I sneezed and snuffled and prayed
That the Allegra I'd taken would  heal,
For the words on the box, like the words of a prophet said
Take 1 a day and you'll be saved
The sneezes will go and
There'll be the sounds of silence


  1. Ha! I'm with you on this one. Luckily we had frost which wiped out most of the nasty stuff.

    Some years ago, before I knew ragweed to be the culprit, I wrote a similar ditty called O Goldenrod (to be sung to the tune of O Tannenbaum). It started out something like: O Goldenrod, O Goldenrod, with no delight we see thee. When summer fades and fall begins, you fill the air with allergens.... etc.

  2. Lucky you, we seldomly have frosts before Dec or Jan


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