My nose is my enemy,
Gathering ammo from the very air,
To be fired with an echoing report.
“God bless you!”
Pets, grass, space heaters, soap, the sun.
When I fight; it only becomes stronger.
If I take the defensive; it awaits an opening
like a samurai.
“God bless you!”
I give offering of exotic scents and tissues,
Of drugs and strange teapots,
Though these are but momentary distractions
As it plots my demise.
“God help you.”
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
My nose is my enemy,
Gathering ammo from the very air,
To be fired with an echoing report.
“God bless you!”
Pets, grass, space heaters, soap, the sun.
When I fight; it only becomes stronger.
If I take the defensive; it awaits an opening
like a samurai.
“God bless you!”
I give offering of exotic scents and tissues,
Of drugs and strange teapots,
Though these are but momentary distractions
As it plots my demise.
“God help you.”
An 5 minute attempt to write a "funny" poem. How wonderful.
