T. A.
SONNET ABOUT A NOSE.
’Tis very odd that poets should suppose
There is no poetry about a nose,
When plain as is the nose upon your face,
A noseless face would lack poetic grace.
Noses have sympathy; a lover knows
Noses are always “touched,” when lips are kissing;
And who would care to kiss, where nose was missing?
Why, what would be the fragrance of a rose,