Ode To Da Crooked Nose

I'd never noticed this before.

It's shocking, I suppose.

You see, I've just become aware

That I have a crooked nose.

With years and years of photographs

You'd think I'd plainly see

That certain things upon my face

Are not where they should be.

Now, many folks have noses

That rest upon their chin.

And, some have real schnozzes

That obliterate their grin.

I know a gent so kindly,

And I hold him very dear.

But, he has a crooked nozzle

That can smell his inner ear.

My problem is a small one,

So complaining is just crude.

I shouldn't say one word at all,

For I know it could be rude.

But, I've noticed that it tilts quite left,

Just a little, don't you see?

And, now I think I look very strange

To the ones who look at me.

But, if I were to tell it true,

I'd have to bravely say,

I've always looked so strange to them,

And, I do to this very day.