Sin Sniffers - Poem by Hugh Wallace
A wondrous organ is the nose;
Great for smelling the rose.
But, some do differ,
Being a sin sniffer!
So, be on your toes!
One, with such a nose,
Before a mirror did pose.
His nose did grow,
Then glow with a golden glow!
So, now you know, the nose knows!
When these noses die
They must hie to the sky!
O nosey noses, so bright!
How you make the sky so light!
Glory! to your panoply on high!
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