Note from Joe: Notice the end of every second line; not only do they rhyme, but they also provide an exaggerated “bump” that makes this masterpiece of silliness even more fun to read out loud.
They runs and they glowses, these sneezity noses,
They drips and they flowses, they blooms and they dies.
But you can’t bring no noses to fine flower showses
And really expect them to give you a prize.
But each mornin’ I goeses to water with hoses
These rowses of noses that I cannot sell,
These red sniffly noses that cause all my woeses,
Why even the crowses complain that they smell.
Why noses, not roses? Well, nobody knowses.
Why do you supposes they growses this thick?
But since there’s no roses come gather some noses --
I guarantee each one’s a good nose to pick.
“My Nose Garden” is one of the many delightful poems in Falling Up by Shel Silverstein, Copyright © 1996, a Harper Collins book, ISBN 0-06-024802-5. Buy a copy today!