POEMS

THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL :

There was a little girl, who had a little curl, 

Right in the middle of her forehead. 

And when she was good, she was very, very good, 

But when she was bad she was horrid.

MY NOSE :

It doesn't breathe; 

It doesn't smell; 

It doesn't feel 

So very well. 

I am discouraged 

With my nose: 

The only thing it 

Does is blows.