The Nose Knows

The Nose Knows

It was said she could tell just by only the smell, who it was who had been there before

She made it real clear that that person was here as soon as she passed through the door

It was always a thrill when she showed off her skill and ID’ed who had caused all the pain.

What a wonderful sight, for she always was right, and she claimed that she just used her brain.

 

But the rest of us knew that it wasn’t quite true as the photo at birth clearly shows.

She was overly small, except that is not all, she was born with a very large nose.

It caused others fright to view such a sight in a child that was recently new

She would not be deterred, despite all that she heard, she grew up knowing just what to do

 

A nose that could feel everything that was real, as it wafted by right through the air

Be it roses or fish she’d confess if you wish what it was, and by who and point where.

And as she grew older she became even bolder and would challenge all those who would test.

Her remarkable skill, that gave her such a thrill. It was clear she was truly the best. 

 

If it musky or foul, she would show with a scowl, that some food that you had was just spoiled.

If a diaper was ripe, you had best get a wipe, for she’d warn you that something was soiled. 

She also gained powers, to identify flowers, in a bouquet she was given to sort

She could name every one which she did just for fun, all it took her was one single snort.

 

And then the day came, when they heard of her claim, that the FBI asked her to show

In a room filled with smog, could she out sniff a dog, If she did oh the places, she’d go.

Which is where she works still, catching criminals who kill, based on all that’s uncovered by smell.

She gets paid quite a lot for the skills that she’s got and her future is suiting her swell.

 

So take care all you folk, for I tell you no joke, if your face sports a very big nose.

For you never can know, what that bigness will show, as this story I’ve told does expose

Don’t think that you’re flawed, when you should feel quite awed, for the talents that you’ll have to sell, 

With the money you’ll get, all your life will be set and trust me, you’ll end up quite well. 

About hdh

I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!
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