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My Nose Grows

Hey! Hey! This is not a vomitorium she said
The putrid projectile made it smell like one though
Thanks to the crapulous old timer who could not help himself.
I do not know if I am more angry at him or the loud roosters
Why do these expergefactors crow this loudly?
I gingerly enter their chicken coop to give them heck.
Here comes the rawgabbit, the head rooster says
He thinks I am telling stories. 
I am not I think as my nose grows.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Wolf Avatar
February 29, 2020 at 8:26 PM
HILARIOUS! ~ Hayseed Henry
Krutsinger Avatar
March 1, 2020 at 1:02 AM
This was a challenge on another poetry site; you do not have to try hard to figure out which words I had to look up in a dictionary.
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