Nonsense

I know a country
loud and haughty
poking its nose
in everyone's potty.

Its ears are rubber,
floppy and fake
they wiggle politely
but hear no mistake.

Its eyes are marbles,
which roll with delight
when they hear
the hint of a fight.

Its tongue is rancid,
coated with oil
it tastes every rumor
and stirs up the boil.

Its skin is botoxed
sagging at feet
blushing on cue
and freezing on heat.

It boasts six senses
in proud eloquence
the last one invented
to justify nonsense.