My Nose

I can wiggle it or twitch it

I can make both nostrils flare

When I catch flu – ah...ah...ah...choo!

Then it sneezes everywhere

I can sniff it or whiff with it

If I'm sleeping it might snore

It smells odours, scents, aromas

Blow it too much it gets sore

Helping me to breathe the air in

Shorter than Pinocchio's

My beak, bugle, conk, snout, sniffer

I just know it as my nose