Silly Prose for Nose and Toes

This New Years poem makes more sense
after a few glasses of champagne ;)

Silly Prose for Nose and Toes

Here’s my nose!

Here’s my toes!

Each grows where

they ought to grows -

one at top,

ten at the bottom -

glad I got ‘em

where I got ‘em!

 But suppose

I had ten toes

where I should grow

only nose,

would I have to

blow my toes?

Could I tiptoe

on my nose?

Or wear sneakers

with each lace

tied up all

around my face?

And if I

should try ballet

could my nose

do a pliė?

What if I

should run a race,

could my nose

keep up the pace?

 

And if I won,

d’you suppose

they’d say I

won by a nose?