Ode to a Chapped Runny Nose

You nose,
who are washed and moisturized,
masked and exfoliated,
protected from the sun and occasionally powdered.
You who are pampered far more than my feet
yet they rarely complain
when steeped in mud a foot and a half deep.
You begin to drip and within an hour
are red and chapped and cause me to cower
Tissues with lotion or soft silky cloths
cannot appease you or lessen your blush
And so with disdain I write you this ode
you spoiled, dainty, occasionally powdered,
red, chapped, dripping, hose of a nose.

Original silly poem by Lauren who is somewhat over medicated and recovering from the flu.