Still today I remember
That late night in November
When I saw you wipe your nose
On the sleeve of your coat.
It was quite the site, you see!
And I watched respectfully
As your snot spread on the fabric.
It even slowed down the traffic.
My heart beat fast, your nose turned red
I then approached you and I said:
"I have some tissues in my pocket."
That you used to blow your snot like a rocket.
I can for sure tell anyone now
That I have finally figured out how
I fell in love with you so deeply
And how you captured my heart so completely.
Not any girl has the ability
To blow her nose so skillfully
And even give me back my tissue
Dirty with her gooieness, but it's not an issue.
I know we could get married
And even name our son Terry
Who would be taught how to wipe his nose on his sleeve
Every night, right before sleep, if you please.
Oh, Blowy Nose, how much I love you!
I'm even willing to wipe your nose for you!
So don't leave me here standing, I cry,
Please wipe your nose on my tie!