Nose

Where the nose goes
nobody knows
its downslope bent
uncurls merriment

After a bout of virus
it won’t awake
the nose laments all
smells of peppermint

At night it runs around
amid roses and fishes
lemons and cloves but
the schnoz has anosmia

In the morning it sleeps
like a cat in a ring
if it can’t smell
maybe it can sing

Thar she blows
as big as a whale
in a hurricane gale
our well placed nose

If this short tale
got up your nose
tell me please
how’s it smell?