Post by kannik on Oct 14, 2013 18:51:14 GMT -5
This is the last verse of a children`s poem by Shel Silverstein written in 1996.
Because I had trouble getting a well-focused photo of my 1-pager (it has lots
of stamps and printing on it, as well as the last verse of the poem), I am adding,
in the next two posts, better views of top and bottom. Also, I have printed the poem
at the bottom of this post.
My Nose Garden
by Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)
I have rowses and rowses of noses and noses
And why they all growses I really can’t guess.
No lilies or roses, just cold-catching noses,
And when they all blowses, it’s really a mess.
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.
Because I had trouble getting a well-focused photo of my 1-pager (it has lots
of stamps and printing on it, as well as the last verse of the poem), I am adding,
in the next two posts, better views of top and bottom. Also, I have printed the poem
at the bottom of this post.
My Nose Garden
by Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)
I have rowses and rowses of noses and noses
And why they all growses I really can’t guess.
No lilies or roses, just cold-catching noses,
And when they all blowses, it’s really a mess.
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.
