My Nose Knows

From the (should be) Lost Writings of Doktah Stevie


You’ll never believe,  What I put in my nose.

A great big balloon,
My mom’s garden hose.

Billy’s new train set,
Jane’s favorite doll.
The dog’s squeaky chew toy
I found in the hall.

A little red wagon. An old teddy bear
I shoved em all in, but there’s more room to spare.

I put in my puppy. The cat went in too.
I put in a badger.
I’m starting a zoo.

But I’d never hurt them
That wouldn’t be nice
The penguin was hot So I put in some ice

I put in those rain boots that I never liked
I even found room for my sister’s old trike.

I was looking for more,
When I heard my mom shout
So in went my finger
And pulled it all out.

Everything’s back.
It’s all good as new.
That is, if you don’t mind
A thin coat of goo.

While no one can blame me.
I’m sure they’re all vexed.
As smiling, sweetly,
I look for what’s next.

© 2015  Steven Schatz