Roses Stink

Today I stopped to smell a rose And got a fairy in my nose. She buzzed her little fairy wings She kicked and punched and other things. It kind of tickled as she fought But all her struggling was for naught. Like glue my boogies held her there Her tiny frame lodged in my nare. Some pixie dust she threw therein And though she tried, she could not win. It turns out I’m allergic, see To all that dust she threw on me. I hacked and coughed and then I wheezed I snorted, sniffled…even sneezed And yet despite those awful fits Up in my nose, the fairy sits. A nasal home where she must stay Until she figures out a way to climb down and my nostril breach… She’s just too deep for me to reach. So next time when you hear them say to smell the roses on your way, Recall the fairy in my sniffer And know that my advice may differ. 05/01/15