I suppose I should start with my nose
and take note of my nose as it grows.
It goes down to my toes
and as everyone knows
is wider than plywood from Lowe’s.
But imagine a skinnier nose.
Could that nose breathe in the same rose?
Could it wiggle and waggle its prose?
Could it travel in rows
or defeat all its foes?
There’s no way that anyone knows.
These are the straw men, just Larry’s and Moe’s
and their lies quickly doze
and run down to my toes
and then drown in a river that froze.
What about a nose that I chose?
It’d be only an act or a pose.
But God’s reasons, he knows
I have come to suppose, so
I’ll love on this monstruous nose.
Now of course there’s always my face
which is a very interesting place.
My cheeks, bricked with lace
in a fire cooked case,
have always just finished a race.
I often reflect on this face
and its sprinter sharp vein-pumping pace.
Through its skin as its base,
like a rocket through space,
comes blood that is burnt with his grace.
And how can I question a face
that is burnt with magnificent grace?
Not quite my taste
but designed beyond space,
I’ll stick with my campfire face.
Now this might be a surprise:
I’ve always adored both my eyes.
But from words to the wise
about vanity’s lies
I might come to hate both those guys.
How do I feel about ears?
This poet loves ears more than Lear.
If he loves what he hears
when he drives and he steers,
it’s stronger than two dozen beers.
His ears never change over years
and are round simple rolling drop tears.
Monkey shaped spheres
make him dream big and cheer
while he rolls by and near
a midnight snow clear
when he speeds and he loves what he hears.
Then one ear gets hot and can sear
like a brand in the backsides of deer.
He wishes they’d veer
and then prance to the rear
and hear deer like only deer hear.
But his hot ears are here
to stay close by and near.
He loves them near tears
when he drives and he steers.
He’ll keep on his volcano ears.
5. Finally lets come to the lips:
those red swans that gulp and take sips.
come from overweight hips
of overweight lip birds that nip.
If I could give them a tip
on how to be better equipped
I’d say a lip that is hip
Needs to be thinly and ripped,
not fat men that belong in a cript.
A hip lip should also have zip,
enough zip to turn a back flip,
but my lips still sip
despite fashion style blips,
so I’ll bet on these fashionless lips.