My nose, my nose
oh, how it blows
and becomes so athletic
when on its toes

Oh no's, oh no's
not on my clothes
but there's no tissues
for to enclose

What's this I see
attached to me
long and so safely
blunt it be

They can make tea
and one is wee
enough to use
to plug so nicely

I had not written a poem in over two years.  I felt it had been long enough.

Actually, I was just in a humorous mood, and had verbally started a silly rhyme.
It seemed to be going well, so I decided to make it into a poem, since I had not written one in so long.