Right smack dab in the middle of my face <br />a nose is growing in that place. <br />I think it looks real goofy there, <br />but I can’t move it any other somewhere. <br /> <br />Some are big, but mine is small, <br />and babies have a bump, that’s all. <br />It isn’t nice to lie, I know, <br />'cause my nose might grow like Pinnocchio’s. <br /> <br />With a cold it’s stuffy, just because, <br />near Sissy’s feet... you wish it was. <br />Most times, my nose is a friend to me. <br />It warns, Mom’s cooking broccoli <br /> <br />or other stuff that I won’t eat, <br />like liver (that’s a yucky meat) . <br />Sometimes it works the other way... <br />Mom made oatmeal cookies today, <br /> <br />and I also like to smell perfume. <br />The kind Mom wears stinks up a room. <br />We’d sure be missin', I suppose, <br />some real neat sniffin' without a nose.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-nose-children/
