Who Nose?


WELL was it said by those we thought sedate
In all our youthful ardour when we came
Out from the love of home to keep the flame
Of Westminster alight, that to deflate
Our mental gas-bags in a hot debate
Were a gross sin. Consider Booley’s shame,
His childish views and preposterous claim;
I shun to prophesy his awful fate!
But were his brain as great as is his nose
Then would he be our prophet, and our hearts
Would cleave unto him. But it seems
That monstrous noses all belong to those
Of little wit. Rarely I’ve seen such parts
As large as Seniors’ noses in my dreams!

3. 5. 1928

Sixtieth Sonnet