terça-feira, 31 de maio de 2011

Ode to my nose

The tip of my nose
Was made on purpose
To get there before
No matter what for.
Maybe just to feel
The smell of one’s meal
And then tell my brain
The kind of the grain
That most interest me
Before my eyes see.
This way I can choose
Between duck and goose !
And my nose goes on...
Goes proud of his own,
Pioneering the air,
Courageous and fair,
Sometimes not so good
But always good mood !
Never is he nosy...
But just makes me cozy !