Here is another poem I wrote a while ago about allergies and some of the frustrations I often feel…
“Have you really got an allergy?
It’s all in your mind!”
I don’t think they really
mean to be unkind
One lapse of diligence
is all it takes.
The lure of chocolate
biscuits and cakes.
My nose gets sneezy
If I eat any eggs
I feel a little wheezy
Itchy rash on arms and legs
If I eat any nuts
I get very queasy
My lips all swell up
So please don’t tease me
My eyes get sore
Too large for their sockets
The lids feel tight
Like stones in pockets
My skin looks burnt
It feels so tender
You might think I’d learnt
Not to go on a bender
To avoid all the nasties
I have grown to know
To abstein from the tasties
I see temptingly on show
I dream of a meal out
With no worries or fear
No questions, no doubt
Meat pie cooked in beer
But one thing I am proud of
and I’m happy to say
Even though I’m different
I embrace each new day
I love writing, as you may have already guessed, and I hope you like this silly little poem. I find writing about how I feel can really help me to feel a little calmer and in control. I suppose it’s kind of like keeping a diary, having a moan, letting it all out. Give it a go and see if it helps. I’d love to hear what you think of my poem too.
The poem flows beautifully. Slightly Betjemanesque. Hope you don’t mind me saying that. Really enjoyed it. Not meat pie and beer. One must remember. B
Hi Bob. Thanks so much for the comment. I am delighted to be likened to such a great poet. These poems just pop up like that from nowhere, yet sit down and try to create one and it’s tough. I’ll add to that line: Meat pie cooked in beer AND a pint of beer too please ;o)