Poetry

My Runny Nose (#1065)

In the Olympics, my nose must want to play,
For it’s been running all freaking day,
Like a professional athlete, it’s going strong,
Unlike my tissue box, which is mid-swan song,
Just how much water is left within me to give?
A tissue attached to my nose is no way to live!
For all that is holy, I want my nose to stop,
No raging river or so much as a raindrop,
But no- I have a fire hydrant upon my face,
And all day long the snot I’m forced to chase,
I suppose all I can do is hope it’ll stop soon,
Before my nose resembles the ass of a baboon!

Any Thoughts?

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