Geronimo Gets Hay Fever.

One evening our Geronimo,

Went walking in the wood,

So he stopped to sniff the flowers,

Like everybody should.

He grinned "I’m so enjoying,

This extra special treat,

As well as looking pretty.

They also smell so sweet!"

"This is the perfect ending,

To a very busy day,

And when I go to bed tonight,

I’ll quickly drift away!"

When Jane tucked him in much later,

It seemed he’d got it right,

But something awful happened,

In the middle of the night!

When Bear awoke next morning,

His eyes began to run,

"What’s happening to me," he groaned,

"This really is no fun."

"When I came to bed last evening,

I felt absolutely fine,

Now something odd is happening,

To this little nose of mine!"

As he finished off his sentence,

Our Hero started sneezing,

So as you can imagine,

He found this far from pleasing.

"Do help me Jane!" he snivelled,

"I’ve caught a nasty bug,

It’s getting on my nerves and so,

I badly need a hug!"

He gave another giant sneeze,

And fell upon the floor,

"This gets even worse," he quivered,

"And I can’t take much more!"

The little girl came running,

When she heard his heartfelt plea,

And told him "It’s hay fever,

That’s very clear to me!"

"Oh surely not!" grumped Teddy,

"This feels just like a cold,

Which means I’ve got to stay in bed,

And do as I am told!"

His special friend grinned broadly,

As she helped him to his feet,

"I wish it was that simple,

But you are wrong my sweet!"

"The pollen from the flowers,

Has gone right up your nose,

We must go and fetch some tissues,

As you’ll be needing those!"

"Oh lovely," groaned Geronimo,

"That’s cheered me up no end,

You’re supposed to make me better,

Because you are my friend!"

He started sneezing loudly,

As they headed down the stairs,

While Jane squealed "I’m really sorry,

This has caught you unawares!"

"Me too," Bear answered sadly,

"My nose has gone all red,

And I’ve got a fuzzy feeling,

Inside my furry head!"

At last he reached the dining room,

And sat down in his seat,

Quite certain he’d feel better,

When he’d had a bite to eat.

At first things went like clockwork,

His porridge looked delicious,

"I’ll make short work of this," he smiled,

"Because its so nutritious!"

"However as it’s slightly hot,

I’ll cover it with cream,

It seems my nasty illness,

Was nothing but a dream!"

Our Hero gave a chuckle,

As he lifted up the jug,

But then disaster struck him,

And he didn’t feel so smug!

He started sneezing louder,

Than he’d ever done before,

And as he jumped up off the chair,

The jug smashed on the floor!

"Oh curses!" he yelled loudly,

"I thought I was okay,

But now it seems quite obvious,

This hasn’t been my day!"

"Don’t worry," smiled the little girl,

"Just go back up to bed,

I’ll bring you up some herbal tea,

To help to clear your head."

"Oh thank you," sighed Geronimo,

"That stuff has healing powers,

But next year when the sun comes out.

I’ll stay away from flowers!"

THE END.