If the nose were a foot....
Stuck in a dark place
No where to go
Running in more ways than one
Nothing to do but to smell yourself.
Squished with every step
Unable to move anywhere
Chocked with every breath
Nothing to smell but myself.
The shoe is a dark dreary place
My feet are running and so is my nose
Stuck in this sweaty place
With nothing to smell but me.
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A Nose for a Foot
PoetryWhat if your nose was a foot? This is a poem about just that!
