I breathed in a ball of fluff today
The ball of fluff wasn’t happy,
And neither was the nose.
In one inhalation of wind
Swoosh! I breathed it in.
It got lodged in the most precarious place, (me thinks)
Somewhere in the great canyon of my nose,
Where Mr. and Mrs. Tickles live with their Juniors.
And with every breath I breathed in,
It tickled and tickled and tickled.
So I huffed and puffed and sneezed my head off
And now my nose is red and the fluff ball is dead.
(It drowned in… you know what..)
I’ve got a cold. Sorry if it makes you a bit queasy.