Poem Number 853

Whimsyrose growing from my nose
Displayed by the broken toes
On the mantle arranged quite nice
But the top shelf is best
There up yonders on high wall
Shimmering bright up a high wall
Way high on that high wall
Whimsyrose shalt may fall
Which it may do unlest
It forgoes carbon by the lest
And sticks to it's diet of rice
With admiration of not once but twice
And a tapping of broken toes
The nose grows with wall hiding crows
The gallant expanse of rapid snorts
Statutorliy foregoing comics of sorts
Withering long johns with urinal retorts
All stacking up without cat amonia smells
Splendiferous nose climbs like a wire
Sending the olfactory senses sniffing new car tire
Suspended by your dreams lit by fire
With a soft cat paw venting, new filters tomorrow
The slugs wind the banisters and ring the bells
Shifting the sounds of the east bay and smells
Muddy stomach lurches and swells
It's browning outer layers are outerly smells
That peel with the churning hours it borrows
Sweet time it cheats it hasn't much time for sorrows
Nor the plucking of the whimsyrose