A Nefarious Ode to Noses
It clearly is simply a human diversion
To visit one's nose on a pinky's excursion.
Everyone does it, from Popes to our Presidents,
Prostitutes, clients, and USA residents,
Students in classes and all of their teachers,
Lawyers and laymen and yes, even preachers.
Toddlers and teenagers, grandpas and grannies
Thoughtfully dig in those beckoning crannies.
Since Adam and Eve this pursuit has persisted,
And none of the Bible's Commandments insisted
When mankind set out on its early beginning
That this be regarded as venial sinning.
And yet if you're caught in this commonplace deed,
Your face gets as red as a raspberry seed.
"I've run out of tissues," you haplessly moan,
Hoping your witness will have one to loan
And the prudence to keep your faux pas entre nous
Till a new day has dawned and you figure Oh pooh --
I may be a klutz, but my dear, so are you!
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