Saturday Poem – Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Face

Although this poem appears to be trivial, discussing a meaningless hypothetical, I would argue that it is instead a beautiful celebration of the old adage “If it ain’t broke don’t fix it,” particularly prescient in this modern age where we are forever striving for improvement towards a mirage of perfection.  The body is precious, its workings miraculous so indeed, let us all be thankful that our nose is on our face!


Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Face

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!

Jack Prelutsky


For past Saturday Poems, take a look at the archive in Poetry Please.

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