Springtime vs Me

Spring has come, that's plain to see
I love it, but it doesn't love me

The sun is shining very bright
Until eight o'clock at night

I want to go outside and sit
To rest and soak up sun a bit

Alas, I can't, and here is why
My eyes will soon begin to "cry"

It is already ninety degrees
I step outside and start to sneeze

My nose will run and soon I need
To find a tissue with great speed

I can't breath through my poor nose
Can't even smell a pretty rose

I would love to go and swim
But that thought is just a whim

Can't go sit out on a boat
I have soreness in my throat

When I decide to take a chance
Away from wasps and bees I dance

Oh, heck, I'm going to sit in the sun
And with that my poem is done