‘NOSE’
There on the front most part of your face
You’ll find a protrudence to cause a disgrace
From far up your nose there begins to twitch
A ghastly, horrid and blasted itch.
You’ll know at this point its going to blow
As from up your nose things start to flow
What shall I do?
What can be done?
Oh help me, please
It’s going to run.
A runny stream begins to drip
Slowly down on it’s slimy trip
With one almighty booming sneeze
Everyone’s hair moves in the breeze.
A spray of green and slimy stuff
Fills the room in a great big puff.
What shall I do?
What can be done?
Oh help me, please
It’s going to run
You stuff up a finger to stop the fizzle,
You grip on tight to your wretched schnozzle,
You wait for the outburst, the minutes tick by,
You hold your breath, you really try.
Then all of a sudden in a terrible spurt
You cover the back of your brother’s shirt
What shall I do?
What can be done?
Oh help me, please
It’s going to run.
You purchase an enormous crocodile clip
Hoping to halt the annoying drip.
It pinches your nose with the hold of a vice
Your nose turns blue; is it worth the price?
But yet again the plan has a flaw,
When down your throat green bogies pour
You cough and splutter and start to spit
Making you look like your having a fit.
What shall I do?
What can be done?
Oh help me, please
It’s going to run.
A doctor suggests you fit a tap
To block up the hole, to fill the gap.
Another sticks needles all over your nose
And cleans out each nostril with a tiny hose.
None of them help the problems go
Taps and needles can’t stop the flow.
What shall I do?
What can be done?
Oh help me, please
It’s going to run.
Blowing and wiping with all of your might
All through the morning and into the night,
Leaving behind a trail of green goo
Covering your face right down to your shoe.
The backs of your sleeves are a terrible state
You have to buy tissues in by the crate,
Lumpy and runny and horribly thick
If you run out of glue you can use it to stick!
What shall I do?
What can be done?
Oh help me, please
It’s going to run.
When all of a sudden you find you can breathe
The sniffles have left you, they decided to leave.
You wander around giving things a great sniff
You really don’t care, whatever the whiff.
But the after effects of all your sneezes
Is the rest of your family all have diseases.
Your dad’s nose is red; your mum has the flu
Your brother is rushing upstairs to the loo!
What shall I do?
What can be done?
I’d better leave now
I’m going to run.
