Monday, 6 December 2010

The Nose Complaint

I don't think it is very fair
I seem to get ignored at times
Does anyone even notice me there
Who ever looks at the nose

Now the eyes, people look at
Even when upset, they get attention
I never get wiped gently like that
No one likes me if I run

Even the ears get a lot of fun
When romance is in the air
They get a visit from the tongue
I never get a tongue licking me

The mouth, it gets too much bliss
Not only does it get fed regular
But it sometimes gets a kiss
No one tries to give me food

I tell you, even when I'm unwell
People don't like touching me
And I have to put up with smell
You should put up with socks


copyright Chris Smith 2010

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