My nose is running (and it won’t come back)
Have you ever stopped to smell the roses?
It’s sadly overrated I’m afraid
One solitary sniff, and your nose is
off with the flowers leaving you betrayed
For since I bent to take that fateful stoop
I’ve searched for peace, tried to forgive, forget.
the memories of how my nose would droop.
My only solace in this sorrow and reget
Cruelly betrayed by that sneaking, smelly
turncoat olfactory apparatus.
My self-esteem sinks into my belly.
My schnoz-less face bad for social status
But it’s not all bad (I refuse to pout)
I have found a new love in sauerkraut