Nose

Nose

Once a year my 
long ears and long snout, exhausting to 
tolerate, disconcerting, are lined with 
mother-of-pearl. 
I can convert my 
long nostrils into 
wafer. 
I reprimand painfully my 
very plain features. 
Adorable, lovable, they aren’t so
that must mean 
I aren’t!
I can with my 
big nostrils squeaks cause 
very hard circumstances to 
the possums, and the one or 
two bats who think 
my attic is 
their home.
I sneezed the other day and from 
my left nostril ejected a
neon-blue statement made under oath about 
the misuse of 
placenta and foetal membranes.

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