Nose

There's a man with a Nose,
And wherever he goes
The people run from him and shout:
“No cotton have we
For our ears if so be
He blow that interminous snout!”

So the lawyers applied
For injunction. “Denied,”
Said the Judge: “the defendant prefixion,
Whate'er it portend,
Appears to transcend
The bounds of this court's jurisdiction.”
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