Nosey Noses Poem by Patti Masterman

My nose always knows
If there's storms, or it's raining;
What note upon the wind blows-
But it needs obedience training.
It forges ahead, a lightning swift blur
Sniffing people, arm pits, mangy dog's fur
Innocently it ranges upon faded scent streams
Of lovers trysts, or morbid death scenes
Fancy airs with French names, splashed upon women
Who may or may not have recently been sinning
Deodorants and aftershaves, a curtain call
For one more whiff, before leaving the ball
To identify the elusive-
My nose is quite contusive.
Birthday cake can't ever hide;
Nor mouthwash, or incontinent's blight
When there's nothing of interest awaft on the breezes
And air freshener seems like invisible teases
It fastens itself on detergents on clothes
Cigarette smoke upon head scarves and hose
An old houses BO is distinctive enough
To tell Alberts from Edwards fine tobacco fluff
And the presence of cats is immediately announced
I'm afraid nosey noses might some day get trounced.