When my allergies started to flare again,
I bought me a box of some Claritin.
My throat was so itchy,
It made me act witchy,
But now, thanks to pills, I can breathe again!
So, Bless the makers of Claritin!
This blog is where I can share it in:
My head was congested,
My nose was molested
By tissues! But now will be free again.
My sneezes I won't have to blare again
Upon innocent brethren and sisteren.
My nose was so raw,
(I'm sure you all saw).
But don't take my word - I'm no charlatan!
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Aimee, I love you! I respond to all my sister's blog posts with a limerick. She finds it annoying and only mildly amusing. I'm glad someone else shares my penchant for wacky poetry.
I heard this on an NPR Car Talk segment for "re-purposing" words. The definition of coffee: Noun. Person who gets coughed on.
And another that I'm not saying is pertinent for you, but may be for me:
Abdicate: finally giving up all hope of ever having flat abs.
I remembered the new definition of "negligence" (because of preoccupation, laziness, or social retardedness, one answers the door in one's night gown) as I lay on the couch with only my bathrobe on after a shower while Vivian decided to open the door to see the mail being delivered and there the mailman was, right at the door asking her to give a package to her mommy. I tried to hold very still and lie very low and I really hoped it was the mailman and not a deranged imposter.
I love your penchant for poetry. If the whole mom/wife/homemaker thing doesn't work out, you could have a career in advertising. Just kidding - you're too good at what you do.
Yeah, maybe Claritin should give me a kickback for free advertising! :)
The truth is, I get the generic version from Wal-mart. But that was harder to find rhymes to!
Claritin's a healer,
Aimee's a dealer.
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