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

Aunt Carol by Colin West

Making vinegar, Aunt Carol

Fell into her brimming barrel.

As she drowned, my teardrops tricked;

Now she’s permanently pickled.

by Colin West