'Your Nose Is Not A Tool' Poem by Linda Winchell

What have you done my mans best friend?
Gone again and acted like a fool.
Were you digging again where you should not go?
And using your nose like some shoveling tool?

You put it where you shouldn't,
And got it nipped by a hill of angry ants!
You know you shouldn't dig in there,
That's where Mothers flowers I plant!

I think you got your fair and just rewards,
For going where you shouldn't!
You knew when you started to dig over there,
It wasn't suppose to be and shouldn't!

Now your poor little nose is swollen and huge!
I might need to pack it in some ice.
Maybe next time you won't stick your nose,
Where you put your nose at tonight!