Just one strand dangling like
a lost balanced trapeze artist
tippy toed off the ledge of my
nose-
One gust of wind-one swift breeze
one slight twitch in the right
direction-please!
Swanging like a swag lamp chain
that plastic coating like grease
sticking to your face, now even
more stuck-even more crazy!
Nostrils flaring-left-then right-then
at the same time-then I look
for something to make me
sneeze!
Ah-Ha! Flowers, yes! a whole
bunch of those nasty nose
ticklers!
I run pattering all four like legs
in like amounts of leaping
joy!
Achoo! The hair? The hair? Hurrah!
It is gone from my face! My nose
is free! Hurrah again! But wait,
what is that on my rear now
shuffling me?
