Congenital Talipes Equinovarus

Poem: Someone’s Toes Are in My Nose

SOMEON~1by Bruce Lansky

Someone’s toes are in my nose;
whosever could they be?
Since no one else is in my bed
they must belong to me!

I think I’ve got a problem.
I think that they are stuck.
There’s nothing funny ’bout it—
I can’t believe my luck!

Mother! Dad! Get over here!
It’s a catastrophe!
I cannot go to school like this—
please pull them out for me.


© Bruce Lansky, Reprinted from A Bad Case of the Giggles, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Used by permission.

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