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.
