Sophie’s Nose

My little Sophie has a nose
when she has a cold it’s like a rose
but mostly it’s a kind of brown
with wrinkles if she wears a frown.
A pretty button twixt her eyes,
tears run down it when she cries.
And when she smiles I love that nose
‘cos that’s the time it kinda glows.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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