I once had an aunt who I barely knew.
She came to visit the family when I was quite small.
I'm not really sure how old I was then,
But to me she was up there, and really quite tall.
She stood by the table, having dug in her purse
for her cigarettes and matches, and next, she breathed in.
I looked right straight up at her, and then saw the marvel:
Smoke blew from her nose like she was some kind of dragon!
And I learned something special, that one unnamed day,
That when I'd get older, and age came into play,
I would need to develop some smart beauty skills
Because one day, like her, I might have hairy nostrils!