Because who's tired of those last three serious poems!
My Nose Garden
I have rowses and rowses of noses and noses,
And why they all growses I really can't guess.
No lilies or roses, just cold-catching noses,
And when they all blowses, it's really a mess.
They runs and they glowses, these sneezity noses,
They drips and they flowses, they blooms and they dies.
But you can't bring no noses to fine flower showses
And really expect them to give you a prize.
But each mornin' I goeses to water with hoses
These rowses of noses that I cannot sell,
These red sniffly noses that cause all my woeses,
Why even the crowses complain that they smell.
Why noses, not roses? Well, nobody knowses.
Why do you suposes they growses this thick?
But since there's no roses come gather some noses--
I guarantee each one's a good nose to pick.
Shel Silverstein 1996
Uselessness, a little fun, yes!
1 comment:
yesss..timely poem for days stuffed with children during the holiday craziness butterflapping nosegurgling diaperdaisey- ing
scholarly thoughts seem so far away and sillier than blowing soap bubbles
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-g
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