To the Nose That Know

TO THE NOSE THAT KNOW Whilst we sat beneath the mistletoe Rejoicing at the birth of new year's first child He came with a vengeance, covered in brown dust Yet, chilly like white ice He said he came in peace, Yet, he pieced our lips in pieces joined as one He said he was the savior, That which relieves us from the scorching sun But he engaged in a confused battle of nature Smoking hot yet blowing cold Have you ever slept at night, With the menial security, Of closed windows, doors and duvet Armed with a minty barrel of inhaler Then you awake, filled with terror, That a certain wild chilly beast, Has crawled under your closed door Through your closed windows, Between your covered duvet, And into your open nostrils Then you blow with a restrained passion, Trumpeting like the wild Elephants of Africa Determined to exterminate the wild beast, But in the end, amidst the failed security All you have is a weeping nose, Agonized from the strength of concentrated blows? © PenGenius