Poppy: Nose?
Poppy's nose: Yes, Poppy?
Poppy: Nose, stop running.
Poppy's nose: Nope!
Poppy: Yes!
Poppy's nose: No.
Poppy: Yeeeeees.
Poppy's nose: Nah.
Poppy: Yuh!
Poppy's nose: What's in it for me?
Poppy: Nose?
Poppy's nose: Yup!
Poppy: You're mean.
Poppy's nose: Yup!
I think its time for your nose to get a job.
ReplyDeleteIt needs to pay for the kleenex.
I take it this is your subtle way of letting us know you're still sick... sorry.
ReplyDeleteThreaten it with hard paper-towely type tissue.
ReplyDeleteand feel better...
Poppy's Nose: "Blow Me."
ReplyDeleteDawg, I told my nose what you said. It snotted on me.
ReplyDeleteSue, thank you. :) :)
Tug, it is indiscriminate about what it touches. Slutty nose.
K, aww, thank you for the nose haiku!
Dan, that comment made me laugh my sick little head off when I read it this morning. And then I forgot until just now that you had written it. But I finally remembered! You get best comment of the day award. :)