To my nose, I suppose.

I wish my nose were bigger

And held my specs in place

It’s just a useless button

That sits atop my face

It doesn’t hold much oxygen

Just what I need to snore

And if I felt like singing

I’d have to draw in more.

But it’s the cutest little thing

Though functional it’s not.

I try to keep it clean, you know

And never filled with snot.

I may covet your honker

Or stately Roman nose

But I’ll keep this proboscis

It suits me, I suppose.

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