Gay Noses (and other queer appendages)


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Gay Noses



A vision had I yesterday,
Of folks both mean and grand,
A plenitude of noses gay,
A merry nasal band.

I would this vision share with you,
And have you see as I,
What British noses gaily do,
Beneath a British sky.

So come with me and we shall take,
A journey through this land,
To see the noses as they make,
The best of what's to hand.

Now see, we're in a drear estate,
Where erstwhile workers laze,
And dreaming noses contemplate,
The passing of their days.

    In each and every bungalow,
    an ancient soul reposes;
    snoring gently, breathing slow,
    (an orchestrated ebb and flow)
    a chorus of gay noses.
A street or two away we find,
The younger folk at play,
And take a guess at what's behind,
A nose naming the day.

    So then her boyfriend ever true,
    on bended knee proposes:
    something borrowed, something blue,
    (she'll have her cake and eat it too)
    a garter of gay noses.
Across the city now we fly,
To where the power starts,
Where inky noses press and lie—
The newsroom of black arts.

    Each newsman in this busy hive,
    tangential sin exposes;
    adding twice two, making five,
    (an exponential profit drive)
    a Miss Print of gay noses.
Thence to the seat of government,
Where talk can take all night,
The nose having a leftish bent,
If eyes are to the right.

    The pros are on the P.M.'s side,
    the other side opposes;
    all night long they've multiplied,
    (before they part they'll all divide)
    commotion of gay noses.
It wouldn't do to have H.M.
Viewed by a nosy fly,
Her ancestors will show, pro tem,
How haughty noses die.

    No conquered king will question for
    the victor soon deposes;
    for the axing—nothing more,
    (the block's entitled to the gore)
    a necklet of gay noses
What greater than the crown? you ask,
Well, here's the best you'll find,
The academic nose's task,
Of papering his mind.

    Enrapt within his dreaming spire
    the cellar don supposes
    bardic poets must require
    (a honeyed voice and penny lyre)
    the doctor of gay noses
So, that's my bunch of noses gay,
Six hooters of the best,
If you enjoyed the stink, you may,
Go sniff out all the rest!




Gay Noses (and other queer appendages)    

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 		(C) David 1/9/2007

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