POEM: NOSECRAFT

“Reach into your nostril
My pretty
And give me what you find.”

The witch spoke as a fair maiden
With hook hemmed hands

She had a black silk robe
And leggings with elastic bands

I reached in and she
With a spell tapped button nose

My face felt hot and tingled
From my skull to each bone

I felt a bell and pulled it
Out of my nose with a jingle

It was also connected
To a can of Pringles

“Keep digging and more
Like a candy store
Will appear with a wiggle!”

Said the witch and stopped her pitch
And used a spell to mingle

My bell and canister of chips
With rose hips and stinging nettle

I dug and dug and dug and dug
Like a bone chasing puppy pug

I managed to pinch the tongue
Of a frog trying to catch a slug

With that she had enough
To do what she came to do

And with a stir she conjured a furry
Black cat or two

After all I had seen from her spells
I wondered what was on the other side

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