Allergic to Love
Henceforth, I will not flirt with guys.
Don’t like the trouble that it buys.
It starts out with a single rose
and ends up with a stuffy nose,
first due to all the histamines,
and then due to his macho genes.
Sad when he’s here and when he’s gone,
and I am feeling spent and wan—
sneezing over a thorny stem,
feeling pricked by both of them!
The prompt given in my writing group today was “Eyes,” and since I’d already written a poem about eyes for the WP prompt of “Arid” earlier, I asked my neighbor for a different prompt. He gave me the word, “henceforth.” So, here’s my poem
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Well written! 🙂
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Nice! (Would it help if I showed up with a bouquet of Benadryl?)
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Ha
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It would help if you showed up at all!!!;o)
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Henceforth, a new day will come.
Some young lad will touch your bum.
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Better stick to prose, Leland! ;o)
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FOR SURE!!!
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