Nosey

Hey Poke! Yes, you! I can see your nose in my business I’m not trying to be disrespectful But, I can see your nose Oh, it’s so big! Don’t act surprised Everyone knows Look, there’s no place for your nose here You can’t park it here This is my space Hey, this is no joke! I can see you carrying a huge sack All day long it’s on your back You have a lot of garbage in your luggage Sort out your own mess And kindly take your nose with you Please! I’m so tired of seeing your nose in my business I’m distracted by its bigness Its size It’s…huge! I hear you are waiting to see me cry I really don’t know why I’m sorry to disappoint you But please Pretty please! Find a new job description Hey, here’s your doctor’s prescription: “No more poking!” “To be taken at no time daily!” Signed by YOUR DOCTOR By Sylvia Chika [email protected] http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Twitter:@sylviaoz © 2016 Sylvia Chika
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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