Between nose-dribbling sneezing & watery eyes I’m
less the guy who usually takes things calm & easy -
if that’s possible with the onset of a pollen-related &
in all respects completely nefarious allergy; or must
I re-think the causal chain - there’s Rugby: Glasgow
playing The Saracens, it may be a connect; & being
part-Scot doesn’t dramatically make their losing any
less of a too-difficult-to-cope-with hypersensitivity
But be that as it may, other contenders need adding
into a drift of happenstance, like insect repellant - &
in the past Mortein mozzie zapper has had a case t’
answer; and if we widen the chain, there’s the flush
of mushrooms after the rain broke our last drought -
& that was only a few days ago by Cyclone Debbie
Or it could be insect spray used too liberally to cope
with a manic growth of insect-life crazy in th’ veggie
waste bin; & who is to blame - your’s truly naturally;
leaving the durn thing another day encourages ‘em
to breed because emptying its deemed a chore out
of all proportion to the need to watch Rugby Live …
And then there’s the fine Lager accompanied by an
auspiciously posh Pear Cider on occasions when a
Rugby game demands lubrication with panache; its
my folly I know - & that’s a hangover from way back
in a past cultured liberally with the same events; so
the bane rests gamely on me - and that pollen dust
Knowing exactly when to restart the allergy again
© 3 April 2017, I. D. Carswell
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