April 4, 2009

The Nose Knows


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:

jsd said...

Oh this is such snotty fun from one Polish nose to another.

murat11 said...

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.

DJan said...

*sniff* *sniff*

Anne said...

JS and DJan: Gesundheit!

Murat: Snot indeed.

:-d