1068 - Ode to a Tissue II

Ode to a Tissue II

I think that I shall never see

A tissue that remains snot free.

A tissue whose soft body’s prest

Against my nasal decongest;

A tissue that looked so clean and pure

Until it met my nose manure;

A tissue that was so neatly folded

(Best not examine what is beholded.)

The contents of this papery shell

Are the off-spring of a primordial hell.

Slime may come and slime may go

But it’s tissues that help to make it so.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2017

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