Norman Norton’s Nostrils by Colin West

Oh, Norman Norton’s nostrils

Are powerful and strong;

Hold onto your belongings

If he should come along.

 

And do not even let him

Inhale with all his might,

Or else your pens and pencils

Will disappear from sight.

 

Right up your nose they’ll vanish

Your future will be black.

Unless he gets the sneezes

You’ll never get them back.

 

by Colin West

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Russian and Welsh poetry. Also there is a selection of other poetry alongside reviews of literature, films, theatre, food, drink and various other matters. Any support via comments, likes, follows and subscribing is appreciated.

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