he is been advised, he is been told, yet big nose jerk is big nose jerk
Putting my best foot forward
shoulder to the wheel
nose to the grindstone
my Achilles heel
while sticking my neck out
I soon found
as
with my eye on the ball
ear to the ground
when I put my back into it
not with tongue in cheek
but to keep my chin up
heard joints creak
the onset of old age memory loss
an early taste
for in the end I forgot to bend
at the knees and not the waist
I follow its scent; that does waft to my nose.' From thence
To my soul.' Where it sooths my senses in sensual glow.'
Hate me slate me or berate me
call me names it's all the same I don't care
to my mind it's no more than
hogwash simply put just hot air
the proclivities of others
I don't judge
and their predilections
I won't begrudge
I live and let live
as I too do have mine
but tresspass on my territory
there's where I draw the line
tho' non-violent
step on my toes
and believe you will receive
a black eye or bloody nose
Have you ever met an animated nose burger?
Wait. She might spell herself as bugger.
Anyway, I have one.
She wears a diamond tiara and puts on airs.
She makes me call her “your majesty”.
I had to buy her a furry robe.
It makes me sneeze, but she cares not.
She refuses to let me dig her out.
I am terrified of her assertiveness.
“Put that down!” she commands as I pick up a tissue
.
i open'd her
az the
erotic romance novel
and
az the adage goez
i buried mine nose
in it
,)
*whuut
Aroma
my nose tells me of your arrival~ before my eyes behold your beauty
As someone who’s had trouble seeing without the aid of lenses
since I was a little pup…
today I’m thankful for my ears and nose….
For, without them…
I’d have no way to hold my glasses up.
Today's highlight
on the dog's terms
The snow that has come,
is soft and fluffy
Explore,
sniff fresh adventures
Roll around,
admire the world upside down,
eat some snow,
smell a trail,
listen and bark
do decisions
All dogs have intrinsic value
and are allowed to be dogs
Although the snow turns yellow
when they are peeing
Santa is ready for the big night,
Rudolph's red nose is really bright.
Santa's bag is toy filled,
that elf is unskilled.
The ground is covered in snow of white.
Elf's are funny and cute but very small,
always asking Santa to make them tall.
He said eat lots of fish,
as you make this tall wish.
Santa gave them all a new red ball.
The Elf's wanted to have some fun,
they jumped on Rudolph now run, run.
Santa wanted to kill,
all took a nasty spill.
Their crazy night of fun was done.
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.
Two blue eyes and a button nose
Features so striking all with the right pose
Wrapped in a frame so petite and slim
Looks so gorgeous, proper and prim
With a voice so melodious and smile so sweet
She is the one for whom my heart would skip a beat
Remember popping pop corns with Mary Poppins?
And with Sound of Music a treat so therapeutic
Julie Andrews with whom I cruised
Two blue eyes and a button nose
Gave my childhood a big happy dose
I used to love to pick my nose.
After 3,
Better than playing with my toes.
With a nose you see,
Each little crevasse has a surprise for me!
A goober,
A booger.
Nothing I would find amiss.
Cleanest nose in town,
Until Momma was around.
Momma said, "Don't pick your nose,
You might get it on my hose!
There are not gold doubloons in there,
Just goobers and boogers.
Perhaps a bit of hair."
But that's the whole point!
My boogers and goobers,
Are my snacks at night!
Mommas in bed.
It's dark,
No one will see.
Just me and my nose,
Boogers and goobers are free!
New Orleans French quarter bakeries
feature luxurious flavorsome bene’s
palatable pumpkin pies, exquisitely decorated cookies
aromatic meaty soups, nectarous scones, rich dipping sauces
appetizing cobblers, and cream puffs larger than clouds.
My nose lead the way after I found the brochure
I was not disappointed
You’re so much artificial fur.
You, little bear, do not communicate,
not a word, not a single utterance.
Yet I speak to you, tap your nose,
pat your head - gently, of course.
I call you Mr Titch - yes, a name!
You have been at table with me,
sitting in a bar, I with others.
Should I have said we?
Yes, we were with others, yes we.
Now I watch, almost mischievously.
I observe with a slightly naughty eye.
Each pal will pat your nose,
tap your head, smile at you.
Yet you are so much artificial fur.
(21 Aug 2024)
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