One bleak,chilly January morn
A fair pink cheeked babe was born
Laid into a smiling mothers arms
Was the cause of some alarm
worried frowns replaced the smiles
This cannot be our precious child?
Woe,alas this cannot be?
She’s done ten rounds with Ali!!!
Father said(with tongue in cheek)
It’s not so bad the kid’s quite sweet.
Maybe she’ll grow into it?
That didn’t help a bit.
Flowers arrived and family came.
Niether side would take the blame.
Yes,the nose was the talk of the day.
They took me home anyway.
Time ticked by and so I grew,
Unfortunately the nose did too.
Grandad compared it to an upturned pail
That caused me to weep and wail!
Grandma suggested her Romany race.
Because it roamed all around my face.
I must have heard every joke,
Everybody had a good old poke.
My unloved nose was useful though
Predicted weather,rain and snow.
A tots leverage to scale my knee,
It has been twisted,bopped and squished
with glee.
And a stolen nose hid in my pocket
Urges tempted me to slyly swap it
Strangely as I was a child ?
No one ever wanted mine?
However,a kind old aunt gave me advice,
To achieve a nose tidy and nice.
Pinch it for a good long spell!
I was a stupid child it hurt like hell.
It does give awesome eskimo kisses,
Even so do you know what my wish is?
A stash of cash would be my dream.
I would buy the best damn nose you have ever seen!!!

This poem was written/submitted by Lynne Hannah Cannon.