A poem in praise of a bodily part that has been overlooked by poets
Shall I compare thee to the Pearly Gates?
No pearls thy heavenly portals could eclipse.
The charms of each the other duplicates
There, where the septum sits above the lips
And hidden channels bifurcate to form
Those wondrous apertures of dark delights
Where turbinals and mucous membranes warm
Cold air inhaled on chilly winter nights.
Aesthetically positioned, side by side,
They sniff and sneeze and twitch and flare and smell,
And what enchanting mysteries they hide
Within their phlegm-filled chambers none can tell.
Let others other body parts admire!
Of these mine eyes will never, ever tire.
So long as nostrils gladden and amaze,
So long lives this, for this thy wonders praise.
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