Because it's Monday . . .
Mildred, my friend, has a marvelous nose.
Or shaped like a bean.
The most beautiful nose that you ever have seen.
Can't say it's large.
A crooked ol' carrot.
(A nickname for what's really a good copper's 'billy'.)
Yes, nothing to ever make Mildred look silly.
It is shapely,
In reality – fair.
With rose petal skin.
The kind that can always draw everyone in.
But with all its beauty, her friends still make fun.
And they tease.
And they shun.
But why with such beauty for them to behold,
Would they scoff,
And then scold?
Ridicule, ostracize, taunt, and tell jokes?
Of the fair
Because Mildred, oh, she of the wonderful nose.
Well there's something about her that I've not disclosed.
Something, about which you need to be told.
Though our Mildred is all she could possibly be,
As can be.
Our Mildred's an elephant, truth to be told.
P.S. If you think that Mildred's true story's a laugh,
You should hear about Harold,
The short-necked giraffe.