AN "N" POEM

Nellie Noonoo blows her nose,
On all her newest,nicest clothes.
Her mother, Nancy, nags and nags,
"Your clothes will soon be dirty rags."

"Oh never use your clothes each day,
In such a silly kind of way.
Your nose needs tissues, one or two,
For that's a neater thing to do."

So now sweet Nellie doesn't blow,
Her nose in clothing , no ,no, no.
She uses tissues, as she should,
Or napkins which are just as good.

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