Mary had a long long nose,
all waxy white with wick;
she set it burning candle-like,
thought that might do the trick.
The wind it blew the flames right back
and burned her long white hair
it blacked her brows; she had to dowse
that nose in the bog right there.
Oh nose who knows by any name
now nothing smells so sweet
just acrid smoke and smuts, no joke,
my darkness is complete.
Nose upped and left her quite bereft her
noseless face in shock:
If its good enough for Gogol, go -
and it sniffed the hands of the clock
and floated along the corridor,
its burned end weeping snot.
Mary, Mary, you've no nose,
and nose, what have you got?
YOU ARE READING
Potatoes
PoetryHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
