My nose whistles when I breathe
It just started up one day
You should hear it when I sneeze
Oh what would my mother say

The sound is high and narrow
And it shifts the pitch I make
Think of a flying arrow
And leaves cleaned with a rake

Then mix in just a pinch
Or perhaps an ounce or two
Of a noise that makes one twinge
And you'll know what I'm going through


Oly said...

Feeling the Shel Silverstein vibe. Now I need a little drawing

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.