Humility of the Ear

Humility of my ear is great He is patient and perpendicular Like a new soldier on attention In a parade on cold morning But a dump man he is all times Even when someone slaps him The ear listens as people insult The eyes, buttocks, legs, stomach In his humility he keeps silent Like a hunter-crocodile on shores Not a word from his mouth one hears If the ear were like the nose And smells something offensive It would close immediately And go on hunger strike all day But the humble ear is tolerant If the ear were like the leg And it is told ‘you twiggy leg’ It could run there like a fox To stage a war of legs day long But the patient ear would just listen If the ear were the mouth And hears someone insulting him ‘Big mouth, big mouth, smelly you are’ He would open and swallow him alive But my ear only ponders in silence