Paper Mache Nose Hair

I built it with care fragile and Slender, To pull it out for the vanity and pain, Razor touched serrated behind a shadow, Frightened within a time, Mirrored in images water, glue paper in shredder, Why would you put such things in your nose? Wouldn't it be easier to make a hose where water lows to dissolve and forcefully feed to crows? Maybe the crows will tell me, Someone has to, It's not fair! Where does it come from... this paper mache nose hair? A nose by any other name would still blow, and bleed, Breath and stick out, Some skinny, Some fat, Some small, Some big, And if you are not happy with the one have, There is always surgery, So be content with your nose, And it will love you forever, Your paper mache nose hair. June 30, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn, Adrennia Cooper, Allan Perry & William Randol Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 04:57 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn    _humor • adult