Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip: a few thoughts on the subject by a little nothing.

What was so obviously strange,
yet mystifyingly true about the whole situation,
was Miss Connie Pollyp's failure to grasp
that the time was indeed
now if she was to ever recover vitality
to her mortal envelope.

Oh sure, she liked perfume -
and she had a lot of it, too -
but pampered wisps do not a clothdoll make.
And there we have,
a lesson that is easier to speak of
Then it is to, how you say, live by...