dinner party nose.

My parents would argue just whose nose I had.
Years have shown it is the peasant one
Not dainty or insipid, but bold and just a little regal.

Recent count shows just one of my children inherited my beak.
Don’t worry, son, I tell him.
It drains, it empties, like a champ.

Not suitable for dinner parties
Rather more appropriate for the taverna
Where people don’t take themselves so seriously.

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