FINGER UP A NOSE

shove a finger up a nose.

do not leave there, say,

not over second coming.

very unsightly, finger

up the nose. mertainly

an attention grabber.

finger up the nose?
dare we question why?

whom among us evens

dare think like this?

no, just let be, walk away.

ain't your finger.

ain't your nose.

just walk away, quickly now. 

inspiration for this, of course,

finger up my nose

don't ask why, there is no why. 

good reason pigs don't fly.

pigs don't have wings.

be thankful pigs do not have wings.

picture this: pigs have wings;

pigs will, then fly.

pigs in flight; disaster in waiting.

sitting in your favorite bistro;

pig comes flying by gets a whiff

of that delicious meal  you

and your friends are enjoying.

comes crashing right thought window.

lands, quite happily on your table.

wolf's down your entire meal;

farts, craps on you plate

and flies right out window,

in search of next delicious meal.

and this will continue,

bet your sweet buns it will,

till pigs get so fat, can no longer fly.

overhead: a small plane.
down below: a large train.
and in between am I,
contemplating the why
with a sigh. 

do not despair: there is always,
always clean underwear somewhere. 
yes, even there. 
never share your underwear.
that's just tacky; not to mention gross.