Archie was an ugly man
Of quite unpleasant face
His nose looked rather ill at ease
And slightly out of place
In fact his nose was quite depressed
And feeling out of sorts
And though it never said too much
Had suicidal thoughts
Archie never had a clue
Of his nose's mental state
But sometimes wondered why it had
Become so quiet of late
It was late on Tuesday evening
When the fire was burning low
That Archie's nose decided
That it was time to go
So striking out upon its own
It started a new life
Finding happiness at last
With an earlobe for a wife
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