By Kevina “Liz” Mitchell, Employee Benefits Account Specialist
A poem.
Aller-GEE, Isn’t Spring Fun?
Seasons come and seasons go
Round and round the merry round goes
Winter clothes you with cold and snow
Standing strong as the chill does blow
In the breeze there’s leisurely dance
Spring, its seems, brings about chance.
How beautiful are your clothes of green
Past the frost’s solstice finally seen
Gladly we devour sweet oxygen
But please, oh please, stay the allergens.
Devout, steadfast are your lowly keepers
Yet unquenchable vengeance wafts from your fingers
Questions unanswered
Attacks lead to sneeze
Swollen sinuses deftly squeezed
Who asked for this lord so ill-mannered?
Burning eyes the red of coral
Your bullying becomes the stuff immoral
A chainsaw!
My house for a chainsaw!
Chopped and cindered, will bring relief!
Or Winter return!
That’s the belief!
Though cold and dark offer a cloak of comfort
This repose is an abuse most overt
For seasons come and seasons go
Round and round the merry round goes.
