March
21st 2010
Posted under Musing
I place thee at my nose’s door,
Tilt mine head, and start to pour.
In one nostril, out the other -
Cleansing this expectant mother
Of pervasive airborne allergens
And discomfort that their presence lends.
From deep within mine closet, hidden,
Past western remedies now forbidden
I’ll take thee out and hail thy powers -
And use thee every 3-4 hours;
Thy waters causeth me to shudder;
But for results like this, I’ll have anudder.
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