I Am Nose <br />The flies they crawl upon it <br />in the blazzing summer times, <br />and the thing gets hard like granite in the sun. <br />It nearly turns to stone. <br />Some air passes in and out of passages <br />beneath it`s dome. <br />And people like to make a fist <br />and send it from it`s home. <br />The thing is still a part of Jesus. <br />They should learn to leave it well alone. <br />A woman puts some powder on her`s <br />to keep the glare down <br />from her tequila sunrise <br />to keep the thing from announcing <br />that She is still at home. <br />And a young man still sticks his <br />where it just nevere does belong. <br />And an old man learns to follow his own, <br />and leave every othere one alone. <br />I am sure ewe guessed at my meaning. <br />I am Nose.<br /><br />Charles Hice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-nose/
