An Ode to my Nose
An Ode to my Nose
Ah that sweet smell of freshly mown grass
I thank you for raising my senses
But laugh too hard, there's a risk of discharge
And to germs, you’re completely defenceless
You're short and stout, but far from a snout
You tempt and tease my tastebuds
Thank God you don't grow, like Pinocchio
You’d be big as the Ark in the great floods!
My love for you, it comes and goes
A rose reminds your importance though
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