Ode to Nose

Who knows what the nose knows,
when the wind flows where the nose blows,
and the crows crow at the rose shows,
while the does pose at the show’s close?
—- just as long as it nose it snot out of joint.

How’s that for a nonsense rhyme? Lotsa things rhyme with nose. :-) :-)

  1. Mardy’s avatar


    Just goes to shows
    nobody knows
    where that wind blows
    the pedals from the rose

    So break out your old hoes
    and till the ground into rows
    Tie your hair into bows
    and watch out for your toes

    through the highs and the lows
    When that grass you mows
    And for god’s sake
    Keep your finger out of your nose!

    NOTE:
    The above poem was written by zgirl! She put it under the Bush OnBoard topic by mistake and I moved it here. Great poem, zgirl! The nose glows!

  2. zgirl’s avatar

    Ahh ha ha! thanks for moving it for me!

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