A storm wasted in a teacup
A man all for function, not form,
Went to get done a nose-based norm,
The doc to his job rose
And fixed a doggy nose
That breathed full and felt nicely warm.
Yet, mad with his big mouth,
He cursed it and looked south,
In teacup was wasted his storm!
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Tongue-in-cheek | 12.01.2016 | humour
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