I’m allergic to a host of things including insect bites, They stem from long lost childhood days and itching in the nights. I’d scratch and scratch until I bled and then I’d scratch some more, Now there’s nowhere left to scratch, my body’s one big sore.
Another allergy I harbour is one with which I grapple If I eat a bunch of grapes, a banana or an apple. My skin rebels, it turns bright red, resembling a tomato, Affected too, my voice, once deep, becomes a rich vibrato.
Allergies are funny things; they have no rhyme or reason. I ate a plate of mussels once (admittedly out of season). But nevertheless upset they did my delicately balanced belly So now I stick to simple things like marmalade and jelly.
The worst of all from my point of view is having to be wary Of bugs and fruit and fish and anything that’s hairy. Just once I sat myself astride a horse and found to my chagrin I itched and itched and itched some more, from my bottom to my chin.
So now I’m very careful in avoiding things that make me itch, I sometimes wander round the house unclothed (wearing not a stitch)! This doesn’t cure the allergies or save my reddening skin, But it certainly makes my poor wife blush when she lets the neighbours in.
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