Walking to my class one day, I passed a kid and he froze. He looked right at me, at my face, that’s what he chose. I asked, “What’s the problem?” and his conflict arose. “You have a huge nose!” said the kid with flip flops and ugly toes. Never had I had someone that cared enough to oppose my preferred airflows. The kid took a second for a chance to compose a withering insult, in his unmatching clothes. He used a joke that only echoes because everyone says it and it really blows. I’m not going to tell it, but I’ll tell you this, it involves my nose imitating a hose. He laughed and laughed like a flock of crows and looked at my face to see my woes. But there were no woes because I was in a doze, at the walking rose behind him, watching her hair as it flows. I must have her name but I should not impose, first to get rid of this un-clever prose. I walk to his face and say to him, my nose has a motto and here’s how it goes, “It sniffs out foes and insecure egos, it leads to the psychos and absolute weirdos, I follow it high and through the lows and I followed it to you and the scent grows.” But for now I must disclose for there is a girl in need of my nose’s hellos.
