A Poem Upon My Nose

As noses go, I’d say mine is okay if it is viewed by someone from the front. But if you look at it another way, it’s not so wonderful; let me be blunt. My nose is long, and if you’re in a place where other women are along with me, take note of how my nose fits on my face. Sideways it could be the longest you’ll see. . Imagine please, if you will, a Roman nose, which means a nose that is a little bent. A nicer-sounding word for it I suppose is “aquiline.” But what by that is meant? For me, the word “aquiline” sounded chic. But then I looked it up and got a shock. I learned it means shaped like an eagle’s beak, which is also larger than that of a hawk. What in my DNA presupposes that I have Italian blood, which I have not? Most of my sisters have short, cute noses. Why is it that a Roman nose I got? Few great actresses have a nose like mine, but I can think of one whose look is great. Barbara Streisand – is her nose divine? That’s a nose folks either love or hate! That bump - that famous bump! Streisand never had plastic surgery to make it small. My role model is she. I endeavor to love my nose. It stands out – after all!