Snort

There once was a woman who’d snort

Every time she gave voice to a thought.

Explosive and loud

She could startle a crowd

It sounded like wars being fought.

She seemed to be quite unaware

As her snorts echoed out through the air.

A doc had a peek

In the side of her cheek

“It’s ‘cos you’ve three nostrils! One’s spare.”

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