Thank God for minor tragedies,
how else to lubricate the sinuses
through the varying fluctuations
in barometric pressure.
Married men and allergies
and a nose bestowed by Poland,
I should have invested in Kleenex
and not in that new outfit.
It must have been a sign
when I smelled a skunk beforehand,
but now I’m simply stuffed with
snotty implications.
4 comments:
Oh this is such snotty fun from one Polish nose to another.
Ouch! Love all the 'o' sounds in the "nose bestowed by Poland" line, a lovely mucus-y roll.
Wonderful song of sublimation; I'd like to hope that the poem is pure fun, but I fear (s)not.
*sniff* *sniff*
JS and DJan: Gesundheit!
Murat: Snot indeed.
:-d
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