Don Jarker

There is a wrinkly lady from London called Rose

who possesses a vast and voluminous nose.

Last week she sniffed a highly pungent tall flower

and by mistake inhaled The Telecom Tower.

Now a satellite dish has replaced her left ear

and long is the aerial that sticks out her rear.

 

Alas, today there occurred a far taller farce

when an old gentleman sniffed up The Shard, of glass.

It was none other than Rose’s brother, Francis

who also has a wide and spacious proboscis.

So now, all the entrances reside in his toes

and a viewing deck sits on the bridge of his nose.