The Shadow
There once was a man from DeBose
who had a gigantic nose
his nostrils squawked
whenever he walked.
When at rest it sat on his toes
The man got a job at a farm
his task was to sound the alarm
when the sly fox
tried the coop locks
intending to do chickens harm
One night his nose fell asleep
lulled by the bleat of the sheep
fox took a chance
interrupted romance
of two lovebirds, now the one weeps!
The man with the nose then got fired
The farmer now wished he had hired
a man without clothes
not a nullified nose
so prone to be slumber inspired
As the nose and his man went away
Nose saw the sly fox in the hay
with much boogie-woogie
nose hocked a great loogie
and splattered the fox where he lay
The farmer was pleased to be rid of the pest
though the hay loft was terminally messed
Everyone cheered
nose grew a beard
and moved to an ashram out west
You may wonder, is this tale is true?
I assure you it is, yes I do.
to doubt the nose
would presuppose
this story is nothing but poo
The legend of the hero nose grows
if questions of provenance pose
look on the shadiest side
of that big chunk of hide
for only the shadow knows
Copyright © Lim'Rik Flats | Year Posted 2016
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