The Crust

He thrust his finger at the crust

Up high within his nose.

So hard his arm then followed,

Then his torso, legs and toes.

What started out discreetly

In the style of those well-bred,

Ended with him inside out

And standing on his head.

 

©  Copyright Philip Barton, January 16th, 2026. All rights reserved

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