I often wonder what kept
the ink on those dip pens
from falling off to a blob
on the fools cap paper when
we were wee lads at school.

There was a lady at the milk
bar in Mallow Mart who's nose
resembled a crows beak, she
always had nasal mucus it was
like a loose stalactite at the tip.

Many the day I stood in the
queue trying to time my cup
of hot milk so as not to be the
one who ended up with her snot
on the top of my centrifugal froth.