SLEEPTALKING

He was puny and looked like a bunny
And his nose was always runny
His wife had biffed it a wallop
I saw it blow up, develop
I think it had affected his mind
For his wife to have been so unkind
She demanded he always be truthful
But he wasn’t and got quite a mouthful
Yes, his wife was lavish with words
Said his hooter belonged with the birds
Now that wasn’t spoken kindly
You could never call it friendly
She wasn’t a one to offend
Not now with his nose on the mend
But how did she know what he said
Talked in his sleep in bed?

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