BananaBread

A little while ago when i was eating my precious banana bread slathered with my favorite fake butter, i sneezed causing momentary delight. Half a second later i realized that that savory bananabread slathered with my favorite butter had made its presence known...in my nose, causing discomfort. after drinking about 2 glasses of milk, nothing had worked, so i did the smart thing...i poured some milk down my nose. you might be thinking "wrong hole, dumbass", but hey, it worked. so now my nose is a picnic ground and i am left wondering: am i doomed to forget this miniscule, yet characterizing event? so i thought about what i should do and i decided to make a poemy thing about the experience. i call it, Nose PicKnic...enjoy.

Yogurt butter, my favorite spread
On my sweet banana bread
But today my breadly treat
Could be considered anything but sweet
Its forgotton vow to give me yum
Has ended so ungratefully in my tum

I ate my bread with great delight
Until my chewing turned to fright
I felt that sneeze a mile off
And tried to block it with a cough
But my resistance was fought in vain
This dreadful sneeze, it was my bane

With fright'ning force this wind it blew
And caused destruction every way it knew
Mostly though i felt a pain from my nose
And i felt it e'ery way my nose knows
When i recovered, confirmed was my fear
Of my sweet banana bread, stuck in here

I flew to the fridge, and searched for the cure
The milk, the whole milk, cow-ly pure
I drank near the whole thing in quite a flash
My head reeling, from the milk, and the dash
When it did not work i became even more scrd
Cos the plan that i had my nose never heard

Quick thinking be me as i tilted my head
If i did this wrong i just might be dead
Resting the carton up on my chin
I soon began cursing my nostrils so thin
Pouring the white liquid into my nose
I wished i poured better, 'stead of all over my clothes

I coughed and i hacked and i hexxed my illwitting
Until i found that the bread was tired and quitting
It retreated to my throat, desperate for ground
But sadly, the banana bread soon found
It was caught in a trap, of my own design
I call it a swallow, no need to post signs

So now ends my tale of pain and defeat
Of this once, yummy and savoury treat
Its gone now, exiled to my big gut
Only to depart from there, out of my butt
Now i must leave, but you know the moral
If you eat banana bread, make it not nasal, but oral



Fin!