My nose is
running so fluently,
Discharging a
tsunami of snot,
Words cannot
describe it,
Except for
the words that I’ve got.
It’s a
deluge of slimy mucus,
A tidal bore
of nasal scum,
And there’s
gallons more to come.
It is an unprecedented
nostril event,
And I find
it very strange,
Perhaps I am
a victim,
Of internal
climate change.
Could it be that
my brain is melting,
From the
heat of my poetic inspiration,
I’ve had
writer’s block for weeks,
So it ends my
bardic constipation,
Now it’s all
come out in a flood
That I’ve
put down on paper;
But when I
come back later,
There’ll be
a serious issue
Because instead
of a majestic masterpiece,
I’ll just
have heaps of wet tissue.
