AN IRREVERENT ODE TO NOSES
By the Blogger, Ernestine's daughter
By the Blogger, Ernestine's daughter
It
clearly is simply a human diversion
To
visit one’s nose on a pinky’s excursion.
Everyone
does it, from Popes to our Presidents,
Prostitutes,
clients, and USA residents,
Students
in classes and all of their teachers,
Thoughtfully
dig in those beckoning crannies.
Since
Adam and Eve this pursuit has persisted,
And
none of the Bible’s Commandments insisted
When
mankind set out on its early beginning
That
this be regarded as venial sinning.
And
yet if you’re caught in this commonplace deed,
Your
face gets as red as a raspberry seed.
“I’ve
run out of tissues,” you haplessly moan,
Hoping
your witness will have one to loan
And
the prudence to keep your faux pas entre nous
Till
a new day has dawned and you figure Oh pooh --
I
may be a klutz, but my dear, so are you!
Daughter Kathie's opinion: This poem is marvelous and should be published.
Son Tim's opinion: This poem is suitable for 8-year-olds but by no means for your blog.
Comments welcomed, using name, nickname, or anonymous. I'll delete this if a majority of my visitors believe I should do so. It was fun writing it, anyway.
Son Tim's opinion: This poem is suitable for 8-year-olds but by no means for your blog.
Comments welcomed, using name, nickname, or anonymous. I'll delete this if a majority of my visitors believe I should do so. It was fun writing it, anyway.
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