Noodles in my Nostrils by Kenn Nesbitt

Today we read a poem called, "I have Noodles in my Nostrils" by Kenn Nesbitt. The poem is about noodles that fall onto parts of the body. The person who says the poem is a bit silly and calls himself a nincompoop. He falls asleep while eating his lunch of chicken noodle soup. The poem is very funny. 

By Adam and Dylan

I Have Noodles in My Nostrils by Kenn Nesbitt

I have noodles in my nostrils. I have noodles on my nose. There are noodles on my cheeks and chin and dripping down my clothes. I’ve got more upon my forehead. Some are sticking to my neck. It’s completely disconcerting. I’m a noodle-covered wreck. I can see them on my kneecaps, and I know they’re in my shoes. (When I stand, they’re somewhat squishy, and I feel them start to ooze.) There are several in my pockets. There’s a handful in my hair. And I’m pretty sure that some are even in my underwear. So try not to do what I did: I’m a total nincompoop, and I fell asleep at lunch while eating chicken noodle soup. Here are some of us reading the poem: