stuffed nose
So I've got a snuffed nose.
I can't smell at all.
The rose must still smell a rose.
(I should've worn that shawl)
So I've got a stuffed nose.
When it doesn't drip, its dry.
Better that than frozen toes.
(Curable with good o' rye)
So I've got a stuffed nose,
Go blame it on the cold.
It'll go away - everyone knows,
(Unlike year-old mold)
So I've got a stuffed nose.
Not much else to the nasal lore.
Whether it is poem or prose,
A stuffed nose isn't worth words more.
By Lady of Scartha
© 2005 Lady of Scartha
(All rights reserved)
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