Four iambs and a trimeter

There's ten around the table tonight
Taking up the topic.
There's one whose nose begins at brow
Without a bridge to stop it.

Another's nose is rather small;
She makes it up below
And so it goes around the room
Noses one and all.

Their noses take the scent of wine,
Which nose is too exotic
But by the meal the scents beguile
And appears the girl erotic.

The conversation goes from wine
To talking of the lamb.
With food and wine the conversation
Tastes of roast iamb.

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