I Nose My Prose!

Words flow from me
Like a runny nose
Fluid inspiration
Like nasal condensation

However: a blocked nose
Is no good for prose
It all goes skew-whiff
If you can't even sniff

And if one sneezes
Words flow quickly on the breezes
Scattered, wild, and untamed
Passions now contagious, and inflamed

I'll follow my instincts, and not my nose
Where this will take me, nobody knows
So i'll have a quick snifter, not a sniff
Liquid inspiration, as i fall off a cliff

My instincts proved, thus to be wrong
But inspired others, to write my song
Of the poet, with the runny nose
Who fell of a cliff, and thus came to a close

My gravestone, was in the shape of my nose
Sprinkling words like a fountain, all writ in prose
Twas never a misplaced rumour
That my nose, had a great sense of humour!

by Jemia