. The Obsession of Emily Rose (A Cautionary Tale) Emily-May Matilda Rose, from the age of three, Acquired the habit of picking her nose wherever she might be. Though otherwise a child of whom her parents could be proud, Her nasal explorations drew a captivated crowd. Passing folks would stop and stare at Emily-May and chuckle, To see her fingers disappear beyond the second knuckle. While brutally intent was she upon the task at hand, Her parents failed to discipline with timely reprimand. People came from far and near, from Hope to Eagleridge, To see young Emily’s brave attempt to reach beyond the bridge. And through the days and weeks and months her troubled parents chose, To overlook the habits of their darling Emily Rose. Whenever she would poke and prod in search of nasal treasures, Mum and dad would spare the rod, avoiding drastic measures. Both meek and mild, they reconciled and plain forbade her tutor, To lecture on the pitfalls of the poking of her hooter. Despite the fact her tiny nose was swollen, red and sore, Emily-May Matilda Rose continued to explore. Her fascination knew no bounds, she even used her toes, To extricate for study all the contents of her nose. Such habits were embarrassing to all without a doubt, But Emily was addicted to the probing of her snout, So mum and dad decided to vacation for a week, From neighbor’s constant whispers of her violated beak. And so the threesome went away to spend a week in Reno, Her parents looking forward to good times in the casino. While dad arranged their rooms and mother wandered through the lobby, Emily-May enjoyed her extraordinary hobby. But even in this far-off place her folks could not escape, The looks of pure amazement at this shocking nasal rape. And all across Nevada glitzy shows could not compete, As people threw ten dollar bills around the Rose’s feet. The years passed by and sadly Emily-May Matilda Rose, Continued the improper penetration of her nose. Unable to resist the urge, she spent her life alone, Contentedly devoted to her tender nasal zone. Inevitably, a tragedy befell poor Emily-May. Her total lack of self-control had brought about this day. Her parents failed to discipline, to guide or interpose, From poking sin, her head caved in! …The end of Emily Rose. . . Norma Pain was born in Liverpool, England and now lives in Parksville, British Columbia, Canada. Thirty of Norma’s poems were published by Dana Literary Society, between 2004 and 2007 and she was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize by that same on-line poetry site. She self-published a book of rhyme in 2000 called Bulging Assets.