Fogarty Nostril
Fogarty Nostril was a walking rigmarole
though on the whole, a lonely soul
in magic, wizardry and alchemy
his complex way was frighteningly
fussy and bothersome, often humdrum
so merely troublesome, clearly
yet spell and balm would do no harm
but he did trip, split lip and hip
more danger to himself than else
oh, a bloodied Fogarty Nostril spill
as a wizard, weird and wonderful
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2024
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