Nose

Everybody knows the spot of the nose It sits facing lighthouses, look up Some guide ships, and stays lit While the nose sniffs everything. Have you seen anatomical perfection On someone you know Good spine, great waistline. Looking downstairs Nothing there, seem out of place Some nose have wooed, wine and dine Foreigners, even stars. Never mind few nose have peculiarities All else is fair Or handsome, as with English dandy. To add to the joy of the nose Give it a job Then again, the nose have been boss Regardless of its class Thank God, credentials rule. If I could change something of my making Lord knows, it would first be my nose But the great aunt once said it suits my face You decide. I'm on facebook, and poetry soup page. Have you seen certain nose from around the globe? Some will look you up and down While others soon learn to look heaven bound. *