Even though my nose is red
it’s not from winter chill or icy wind
from leading Santa’s sleigh.
The sniffles betray and,
like snows of Kilimanjaro,
the growing mountain of used tissues
confirms, it’s a cold, allergies or both.
So even though my nose is red,
please don’t call me Rudolph.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge day 84/365.
Desert Dweller 