When springtime arrives in her verdant attire
and brushes the land with her emerald fire
amidst the renewal the season may bring
a darkness resides in the belly of spring.
Beneath all her splendor of lushness and green
there wafts a grave menace, too small to be seen.
Too wan to be tasted, too faint to be smelt
the wiles of this evil can only be felt.
What ill works this thing of diminutive size?
Congestion, and sneezing, and watering eyes!
Though allergies may seem a trivial bane
consider the dragon, and ponder again.
Now don't get me wrong on the saurian kind - 
a more upstanding folk you'd be hard-pressed to find.
In fact, I assure you I've been blessed to meet
a dragon who's charming, and really quite sweet!
Encountering one, you won't have to look close
to note that like you, she possesses a nose.
So why would I dwell on such matters mundane?
Perhaps I should mention that pollen again...
Now gen'rally sneezes are nothing to rue,
worth naught but nod, and a simple "bless you!" 
But add to the mixture a thing that breathes fire
and sneezes take on a new meaning quite dire!
You wonder what leads to this sordid lament?
Perchance you might ask where my tail fur went...!