Old So-and-Sos
Yea, smell that rose!
It’s on the nose.
Not one of those
Who would suppose
That poems, prose,
And speeches’ throes
Must not disclose
Where their heart goes,
I always chose
To stick to those
That told my nose
What was a rose.
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The nose is a very good listener.
So I hear! 😉
And the meaning grows while the heart knows. (OK – you do poetry much better than I)
Nice sketch!
It’s a double self-portrait, of course! 😀