A ballerina, on her toes <br />was dancing with a snotty nose. <br />She could not pause and could not stop <br />but noticed that dropp after drop <br />fell onto polished wooden floor <br />when suddenly, came through the door <br />a Mister Kleenex with his hankies, <br />he said 'it's always these damn Yankees, <br />who watch the show when New York burns <br />without experiencing concerns, <br />they wait until the play has ended <br />and say those words like, 'simply splendid', <br />But if you give those guys a tissue <br />they'll ask about the central issue <br />and then suggest that a committee <br />look into all the nitty-gritty. <br />Meanwhile the noses overflow <br />no time though, in the haste, to blow.' <br />And the moral is that some noses <br />eventually behave like roses, <br />their colour turns a crimson red <br />which makes the owner go to bed. <br />But if you look a fraction deeper <br />you'll find the Yankee Doodle Sleeper <br />the subject of the snotty nose <br />is something that, just now, arose.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/noses/
