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.