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.