Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face. That's the title of a poem--and book--by Jack Prelutsky, our nation's first Children's Poet Laureate.
The poem goes as follows:
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!
In his other poems, Prelutsky offers a magical world where anything can happen. Ogres run wild, dragons sing, and baby uggs hatch. . . . Frogs wear red suspenders in a rainstorm of pigs and noodles. . . . Scranimals gallivant under a pizza the size of the sun. . . .
So if you would like to have some fun with your child and enhance his or her reading at the same time, get hold of some of Prelutsky's work. You can find out more at http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15573