December 10, 2013
If you've been following my blog for a while, you might already know this. If you're new, then you might not, but here it is: On occasion, I like to write poetry. Not the mushy, gushy stuff. Just fun little Dr. Seuss-ish poems. When I first started my blog, little poems were pretty common in my posts. I've kind of strayed away from poetry for the sake of brevity, but there are a few poems that I am really proud of.

With things being the way they are at my house, this poem speaks VOLUMES, and it is my favorite. I'd love to get it published someday and even have a friend working on some illustrations (what a gal!) I'd love to get some feedback from you, too. Tell me what you think! Would you buy it as an illustrated children's book at the store?

My Nose is a Hose

My name is Rose,
And just so you know,
I’m the girl with
A hose for a nose!

It happens once
Or twice, so I’m told,
Whether you’re young,
Or whether you’re old

We all have to face
The sickness called:

With sneezing and wheezing
And every cough
You gotta admit,
Being sick’s pretty rough!

But back to my nose,
The one like a hose.
The one that tends
To mess up my clothes!

When lying in bed
And trying to sleep,
You’d think that my nose
Would be pretty beat!

But on it runs,
Not a switch to be found,
All over the bed,
Then onto the ground!

Getting ready for school
Has never been worse!
I decide to try
To brush my teeth first.

I open the door
And flip on the light.
I turn on the faucet,
But something’s not right!

Instead of water
Coming out of the tap,
It’s out of my nose
And into my lap!

At breakfast I tried
Not to let my nose run,
But that mean cold
Took away my fun!

My nose started dripping
All into my food
I could tell that this cold
Would ruin my mood!

I thought that at school
I’d be quite alright,
But my nose was acting
The same as last night!

The crayons got all wet,
The paper did, too.
The floor got slick
And the paint turned to goo!

Miss Nelson said
"You can't stay at school!
You're making a mess
With all your hose-drool!"

She sent for the nurse,
Who examined my face.
She snapped her fingers and said,
“Solved the case!”

In the note she sent home,
She prescribed lots of rest.
Soups and meds
I’d put to the test.

I slept in my bed,
I ate all my soup,
I didn’t complain
'bout the medicine goop.

The next morning I woke,
I stretched and yawned.
I touched my face,
And the hose was gone!

No more snivels,
No more snuffs
Thank goodness for
The soups and stuff!

I hopped out of bed
And ran to my mom.
I opened my mouth
To sing, "It's gone!"

But nothing came out!
Not a single note.
With sadness, I thought,
"My throat has a coat!"

So stock up on vitamin C, friends, and pray that your one-and-a-half year old doesn't catch the cold this season!

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  1. This is so adorable! I love it, it reminds me of Dr. Seuss and Daisy Head Maisy. So cute!

    1. Thanks, Chelsea! I really hope I'm able to make it a book someday with lovely pictures and everything!


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