Halloween poem.
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Sometimes I stick my nose where it isn't wanted.
Some say because of it, I am ugly, haunted
but I wasn't born this way.
I think it's some sort of pay
for the way that I have played.

Ev'ry time I tell a fib my nose grows longer.
If I fell down, face first, would I break or sink her?
Guess I was a tad too vain.
--my nose, running, it's insane—
in my place … would you complain?

My teeth are brittle … when they break, grow another.
(If you don't like my looks, you should see my mother!)
My body is perfection
but this face is protection
from getting an infection.

Somewhere I got the Spanish flu … was it from you?
People around me fall like flies. What can I do?
Ev'rybody that I see
stays about a mile from me;
I am NOT Typhoid Mary!

I give everyone the fever with one kiss …
if you get my body's fluids … you will fizz, hiss.
Remember you came to me,
don't cry when there's misery.
I have no choice … death is free!