The Ragweed Poem
Ragweed, oh Ragweed,
I hate you a lot.
You have me reduced
to buckets of snot.
Benadryl, Sudafed
and tissues I’ve bought,
Still many a sneeze
echos loud like a shot.
I’ve hid in the house
and I gave it much thought.
And I drink lots of tea;
it helps when it’s hot!
But the only conclusion
so far to this plot,
Is Ragweed, oh Ragweed,
I hope that you ROT!
Now, I do still blame my general state of misery on ragweed, but it seems that I have been pointing my finger at the wrong yellow-flowered plant, so I would like to issue the following apology . . .
Dear goldenrod,
I’m sorry I have been pointing my fingers at you in blame all these years. It was your evil twin who caused me the pain.
Sincerely,
Sneezing in Alabama
If you are also confused between the difference in these two flowers, you can read more here.