Aloe
This tissue’s like a sandpaper mesh
Around the remaining flesh
Ringing my nostrils with red
Chapped skin instead
Of imagining where the aloe plant grows,
An exotic place where colds don’t exist,
A warm place where they insist
There’s a comfort in blowing my nose.
BonjourPoetry 
I live where aloe grows. And we still get colds. 😦
doh.
I often get really bad
Colds, although I haven’t had
A nose that’s chapped ever since
My wife bought me some hankerchiefs.
Since Christmas morning years ago
On soft cloth do I e’er blow
When my nose is full of goo.
And so I make this suggestion to you.
Your suggestion has been noted.
When my nose is bloated,
I’ll fill handkerchiefs of goo
And thankfully I’ll think of you.