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Page 4 of 12 THE NOSE THAT INTERPOSES... The nose that interposes Between your plate and you Is a nose that never dozes Till suppertime is through, A nose that's always curious While scenting tasty treats, A nose that's quite censorious When they're eaten out of reach. The nose that sniffs the roses By the summerhouse at dawn Is a nose whose paws will process The soil before it's done, A bit of exhumation Aerates a flowerbed And hoarded bones are waiting To be rescued from the dead. The nose that teases hoses Sprinkling water on the lawn Is a nose whose tail proposes That this element is fun, It's fine in ponds and rivers And fills a drinking bowl But sudsy baths cause shivers And merely make one howl. The nose that tracks the postie In luminescent gear Is a nose whose bark's not ghostly But suggests a force of ire, It's game for space invaders, Will recycle all the mail, By habit, eco-friendly, The bin's it's Holy Grail. The nose that interposes When the door is left ajar Is a nose whose roving chooses To corner cats beneath the car, But then the dust will settle And evening stills the paws, The nose that's on its mettle Sinks gently into snores. ©Rosy Cole 2008
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