Ode To Allergies

I sit here in the thick of night.
I can not sleep; therefore I type.
My nose is runny, raw and red.
The pressure's building in my head.

Tis' time for annual allergies.
My brain it thumps each time I sneeze.
I finally broke and took a pill.
But still I'm dazed and have the chills.

Those pines look pretty, but their pollen zaps.
And cause me to need many naps.
I look as though I've cried and cried.
But wait, I have, my plans have died.

I've watched too many TV shows.
They're all reruns - the strike you know.
I can't erect my Christmas tree,
My breathing's labored with a wheeze.

So until my head does cease to leak
With tears and snot and drool while I sleep,
I guess I'll now go back to my couch.
For hub's stuffy-headed snore is one more ouch!