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. 
:-)
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October 22, 2006 at 8:44 am
Mardy
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!
October 23, 2006 at 8:33 am
zgirl
Ahh ha ha! thanks for moving it for me!