With itching, scratching, goop-producing eyes,
I stumble in my blindness to the loo.
I flounder through the draw’r, though I am wise
the drops are gone. Oh, what’s a girl to do?
The allergens of cat and dust and plant
are driving me to measures yet undreamt.
I hate to shop at night, but… I just can’t!
I’m overwrought, I’m suff’ring and verklempt.
And so, I’ll brave the midnight stocking crew,
and hope none see my slippers or Hulk jams
as I zip past a lady buying Scope
and hurdle crates of beets and candied yams.
I seize the eyedrops, squirting from the box–
and thus relieve my eyes of all the rocks!
Special thanks to Jen L for the subject prompt!
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