Sunday, May 24, 2015

Poetry Sunday

Poetry can be beautiful, thought-provoking, full of deep drama and pathos ... or it can be fun. Here's a great poem you can read to your children and grandchildren to get them interested in poetry, or just to have fun ...

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
by Jack Prelutsky

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.

Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.

Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.

Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place—
be glad your nose is on your face!

The nose knows, after all! Have a good day, and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.



eViL pOp TaRt said...

That one is such a treat, a delight for a Sunday morning. Thank you for posting on your blog things to enjoy while you're off in Europe. I hope all goes well!

Brandi said...

A nice poem!

Mike said...

I glad Jack didn't go into more detail on the placement of the nose.

bakku-shan said...

I'm glad my nose isn't on my rump,
For sitting would give it a bump.