Nose - a poem by Pushpa

Written by Pushpa Lamsal

I looked in the mirror and looked at my nose.
It’s the funniest thing the way it grows
Stuck right out where all of its show,
with two little holes where the breathing goes.

I looked in the mirror and saw in there,
the end of my chin and the start of my hair,
there isn’t much space to spare,
with my nose like a handle sticking there.

If ever you want to giggle and
shout and can’t think of what to do about.
Just look in the mirror and you will doubt.
You will see how funny your nose sticks out.