Spring Blows
(With a nod to Bob)

How many roads must a man walk exposed
to the pollen befalling the land?
Sniffing and snuffling and shuffling along,
with Zyrtec and Flonase in hand.
Yes, and how many allergy meds can he take
till the Feds rule them forever banned?
The grasses, my friend, are blowin’ in the wind
The grasses are blowin’ in the wind.

How many nights will he suffer in strife
from plugged sinuses, cough, and a wheeze?
How many masks will it take to protect him
from ragweed and juniper trees?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
and pretend that he just didn’t sneeze?
The grasses, my friend, are blowin’ in the wind.
The grasses are blowin’ in the wind.

How many blows will it take for his nose
to be finally drip-free and dry?
How many gallons of tears must he shed
to see clearly through red, runny eyes?
Yes, and just how much snot has one single man got
to buy Kleenex in bulk, Super-sized?
The grasses, my friend, are blowin’ in the wind,
and Afrin is goin’ like the wind.