The Witch’s Nose

Nobody knows what grows up my nose;

The worms that squirm as they dangle and dose,

The lurgies that loathsomely lurk in their lairs

And burrow through bogies and harvest the hairs,

The fleas at ease as they squash and they squeeze

Making mucousy music from slobbery sleaze,

The trolls that roll in the slime and the snot,

The goblins that gobble the grime and the grot,

The cave dwelling critters that creepety-crawl.

No, nobody knows – no, no-one at all.

No-one that is, but me and but you,

So come over here, my dear…


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: