The mystery of the ticket inspector

A ticket inspector has the hump.
A big bandage covers up his nose.

Could it be there's nothing underneath?

Was it sliced when the train doors closed.

Maybe he sneezed ex plo sive ly

Nose off like a rocket
followed by snot.
Set for the stars, it climbed and climbed
bisected a cloud at its peak then dropped.

Or was his ear yanked carelessly.
Like a chain it caused a flushing
his nose sunk scuppered.

Each year he mourned the loss on the day it disappeared
Tears rolled down his cheek
a grudge was held against ear.

He may have even tripped as he ran down the stairs
fell flat on his face

Pride crushed like grapes

Tragic comedy,
 or comic tragedy?
A surgeon offered two options,

said choose wisely..

We can rebuild it.. or amputate! 


How about

every single smell reminded him of her
depressed he decided he would smell no more

He had his nose appraised
placed a pitch on the web
alongside some shots 
here's what he said:

Vintage sniffer
Can smell lies and deciet 
One careful owner 

who no longer has the need

It didn't take long, you see demand was strong

Sold and delivered to the highest of the bidders.

Perhaps he was born with a cursed one
Each year he would feel another stich come undone
     

Till nose hung like a door insecure on it's hinges

destined to drop, plop

it sleeps with the fishes.

Deep grooves in his brow
under his breath he mutters..
Why me?
Only he knows how he suffers.