There was a young lady named Rose, Who had a large wart on her nose. When she had it removed, Her appearance improved, But her glasses slipped down to her toes. She followed her nose, One day, I suppose, And no one knows which way she went.
“While I was in the doctor’s waiting room, there was this tiny man, only about six inches tall. Although he was there before me, he let me see the doctor first. I suppose he just had to be a little patient.”