ODE TO KLEENEX

Oh nose, that must blow,

Where didst thy Kleenex go?

Here one day, gone the next…

An empty box sits upon my desk.

Thy cruel brother lurks near by-

His name: “Toilet Paper” - hath no shame.

He pretends to be you,

But the nose knows and cries: “FOE!”

O Kleenex! my Kleenex! My valiant friend.

Thou hast sacrificed thyself so my cold and flu can end.

Rest in peace!