A poem.
Because it's Monday . . .
Mildred's Nose
Mildred, my friend has a marvellous
nose.
Not bulbous.
Or hook-ed.
Or bellicose.
Not crooked.
Or flattened.
Or shaped like a bean.
The most beautiful nose that you ever
have seen.
Can't say it's large.
A potato,
A squash.
A crooked ol' carrot.
An acorn.
A cosh.
(A nickname for what's really a good
copper's 'billy'.)
Yes, nothing to ever make Mildred look
silly.
It is shapely,
And small.
In reality – fair.
The grandest
Appendage
To ever
Suck air.
Fine-boned.
And slender.
With rose petal skin.
The kind that can always draw everyone
in.
But with all of it's beauty, her
friends still make fun.
They laugh,
And they tease.
They jeer.
And they shun.
But why with such beauty for them to
behold,
Would they scoff,
And deride,
Mock,
And then scold?
Ridicule, ostracize, taunt, and tell
jokes?
Snicker
With all
Of the fair
Jungle folks?
Because Mildred, oh, she of the
wonderful nose.
The beauty,
Perfection.
The colour
Called 'rose'.
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,
Good friend,
And clever,
And kind
As can be.
Yes, Mildred,
Has one,
Little secret
to hold.
Our Mildred's an elephant, truth to be
told.
P.S. If you think that Mildred's true
story's a gaffe,
You should hear about Harold,
The short-necked giraffe.
