As I snuggle beneath the sheet
I thank you Lord placing my feet
at such a distance from my nose
and all else 'tween my head and toes.
Though other things you could improve,
of this design I do approve.
The nose stretches long—
at last it catches a whiff
of the stink it makes.
I have not seen bigger than his own conk, much more than twelve thousand miles!
He lives in the west while the top of his so huge longest conk, in the east!!
His mouth like an ancient cave full of scorpions, snakes, bugs, and wild things!!!
Carl’s frequently picking his nose
He's saving it, as does twin Rose
They now have a huge pile
Of dried snot, it's so vile
And daily their collection grows!
Their mother found the pile of snot
And deftly removed the whole lot
Carl cries, Rose starts bleating
"That snot was for eating"
Their mother does not care a jot!
Blacksmiths make a horse's shoes.
That's certainly not news,
but who do you suppose
made the horse's nose...
so far out of proportion,
a preposterous distortion?
There once was a man with long toes
Who had a very brown nose
There is nothing sadder
Than climbing the corporate ladder
At least that's how the story goes.
You snub your nose at me 'cause I refuse to use big words
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My Valentine, to me is a moon bright,
Though her flat nose is a bit to the right.
And her chin a bit wide,
That she tries hard to hide,
After all she remains my shining light.
Let’s see that cute little nose of yours
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A warm embrace from little arms
Outstretched to reach my nose
She presses hers into mine
She holds her breath then blows
I feel the crinkle of a smile spill out the corners of her lips
She sneaks a cup of mama's coffee
Haughtily takes 3 sips
Belly ablaze she rumbles now
Uncontrollable and proud
The room starts to dance
At the sound
I watch in awe as the lights go in sync
With the twinkle in her eyes
She commands her audience
And calls home the prize
Pitter patter footsteps come up from behind
Gently pulls my sweater
As if i'd ever mind
Sweet hushes of morning's first breath
Fall on my waking ears
Faint hellos
Dancing across the room
In tip toes
They wrap their fingertips finding a home in the other
This my hearts yearn
To be a mother
I can’t sit still for too long; before my mind wanders and my eyes water,
Through blurred vision how do I tell you the ceiling is swimming?
How could I describe that there are fins in the light fixtures and that the leaky faucet is a waterfall.
How do I tell you that while sitting cross legged on the couch I’m watching the walls breathe across from me and if I don’t blare my music through my headphones the voice that aren’t mine will talk back?
How do I tell you that my heart beat ringing in my ears becomes so loud that my head aches.
That I can’t exhale the stress and it migrates into my temples and no matter how many times a triple a dose the pressure doesn’t stop.
It feels like I’m waiting on a nose bleed.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,
I love your red nose that is full of cheer.
It is time for you to fly up in the sky,
so guess we now need to say bye.
Oh nose, you hold the prime place on my face.
Your length makes me so sensitive to smell.
Every scent, I am the first to trace.
With Pinocchio nose, I look a sight
But am grateful as you sustain my breath
If you go on strike, think of my plight!
An Ode to my Nose
Ah that sweet smell of freshly mown grass
I thank you for raising my senses
But laugh too hard, there's a risk of discharge
And to germs, you’re completely defenceless
You're short and stout, but far from a snout
You tempt and tease my tastebuds
Thank God you don't grow, like Pinocchio
You’d be big as the Ark in the great floods!
My love for you, it comes and goes
A rose reminds your importance though
I’ve a Greek nose though I’m no Greek,
And it does complete my physique.
Not long nor sharp, it is just right--
It surely fits my face and height.
It does its job most well indeed
To fill my olfactory need.
But more than this, I’m grateful to
My nose for what it’s forced to do,
Which is to hold my glasses clear
For me to see both far and near.
November 9, 2025
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