ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

My Nose Runs

Stephen Whiteside 05.07.2012

My throat walks.
My ears skip.
My lips limp,
But my nose runs.

My fingers dance.
My eye-balls swivel.
My neck twists,
But my nose runs.

My knees wobble.
My eye-lids sag.
My head throbs,
But my nose runs.

My heart gallups.
My liver lopes.
My toes twitch,
But my nose runs.

My spleen slips.
My wrists rotate.
My shoulders circumnavigate,
But my nose runs.

My hair stands.
My scalp shivers.
My bottom sits,
But my nose runs.

My elbows eventrate.
My hips hurl.
My ankles articulate,
But my nose runs.

My spine spins.
My skin crawls.
My uvula undulates,
But my nose runs.

My tonsils topple.
My Adams apple.
My adenoids 'ad enough.
My nose runs.

My septum swells.
My nostrils sting.
My eyes water,
But my nose runs.

How about you?

Geez Stephen I'm running away from you as fast as I can - you are one sick Puppy Isn;t it great to know that we get all that exercise without moving away from the computer

My brain bursts.

I reckon you got problems!

My bunions discombobulate.

I'm just holding my breath waiting to hear what your haemorrhoids are doing..!

Geez that's a funny word!

If your nose runs
and your feet smell,
turn upside-down
and you'll be well.

David

G'day Stephen,

I wrote a poem about being 'Discombobled", - wanna hear it?

He ain't listening Zondrae cause he's gone.

Stephen COME BACK, COME BAACK!!!

.... ...very clever David!