Noses - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A ballerina, on her toes
was dancing with a snotty nose.
She could not pause and could not stop
but noticed that dropp after drop
fell onto polished wooden floor
when suddenly, came through the door
a Mister Kleenex with his hankies,
he said 'it's always these damn Yankees,
who watch the show when New York burns
without experiencing concerns,
they wait until the play has ended
and say those words like, 'simply splendid',
But if you give those guys a tissue
they'll ask about the central issue
and then suggest that a committee
look into all the nitty-gritty.
Meanwhile the noses overflow
no time though, in the haste, to blow.'
And the moral is that some noses
eventually behave like roses,
their colour turns a crimson red
which makes the owner go to bed.
But if you look a fraction deeper
you'll find the Yankee Doodle Sleeper
the subject of the snotty nose
is something that, just now, arose.
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