Some are as long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell roses
From a couple of miles or more.
In case you haven’t guessed it,
It’s noses I’m talking about here,
And although I’ve never expressed it
As for mine, it’s unique, I fear.
On a night that’s humid and warm
You’d be impressed I’d bet.
Stand under my nose in a thunderstorm.
Chances are you won’t get wet.
Yesterday I had someone to meet.
The cab drive was the worst.
The driver dropped me at Eighth Street.
But my nose went on ’til First.
Then a jet plane we boarded
Me and my nose, it was neat.
I really couldn’t afford it
‘Cause we needed an extra seat.
For handkerchiefs, it’s really rough.
It’s hard to know what to do.
A small white cloth isn’t enough,
So I use a bedsheet or two.
Perhaps I shouldn’t be complaining.
Who knows where things went wrong?
Certainly I should be abstaining
From sticking it where it doesn’t belong
© Alan Balter