Are you a 1) Planner Ahead, a 2) Let's Jump On The Band Wagon At The Last Minute or a 3) Laissez Faire type? Possibly I can be any of the three, depending on where my nose is leading me at any given time.
Whilst feeling in the 1) mode, I ordered a book from Amazon several days back. This morning I showed definite signs of 3) by not having the least idea as to whether, or what, I might post.
Now I'm most certainly hanging on to 2) section, as upon picking up said book, I decide to share with you this delightful poem by Jack Prelutsky.
Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Face
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted in 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
as you would have 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 in some other place -
be glad your nose is on your face!
Great last verse... Lovely!! :0)
ReplyDeleteMaybe a good old rattle would help my brain !
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed it.
If I am not in #1 mode, disaster and disappointment will likely follow.
ReplyDeleteQuite oft I find myself doing #1 but still end up getting things done spur of the moment...and fun poem :)
ReplyDeleteMy mum went through a phase of writing poetry very similar to this one in the years following the death of my father. It made her giggle and it distracted her in the quiet of the night when I think that maybe the loss was at its greatest. I always remember one about laughing so hard that your head falls off!! This poem made me think about those ones that she wrote and they are lovely memories so thank you my friend for the journey down memory lane.
ReplyDeleteI am good, thank you for enquiring, I am so busy, so distracted with day to day life that I seem to have misplaced my muse and I am somewhat tapped dry for inspiration of the literary kind. I am not fretting though, I know that it cant last, that the dry spell will disappear and once again words will flow.
I hope you are happy and well too.
Much love to you xxxme
Hey Jinksy,
ReplyDeleteA really fun poem. Here in India we associate nose with social respect; if someone says if you did this your nose would be cut, he means you would lose your respect if you did something. So given that I think it is at the best place.
Lovely - thank you for sharing Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! I am quite a spontaneous person so I guess I would fall into cat 2. But planning ahead is also something I do. So maybe I'm a bit in-between.
ReplyDeleteCJ xx
I don't plan too far ahead, but don't put things off to the last minute either, I do have a need to be on top of things, but am not a worrier. Enjoyed the poem, Jinksy!
ReplyDeleteI think we can be all of those things depending on the circumstances and the mood. At least I can.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad. yip. sure am.
ReplyDeleteI like it that you admit about your own self that you are sometimes a bit of all three. I think I am back and forth between 1) and 2). I either plan it to death or jump in and see what happens. If my nose were on my head I would shave the hair and wear hats with holes in them!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem. Thanks for sharing that, Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteI wish I'd written that! You keep finding them; we'll keep enjoying them!
ReplyDeleteI am afraid I am type 1 Jinksy. I try hard to be laissez faire and easy come easy go, but when the chips are down I get very irritable if I am not well-organised.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem - it reminded me of my previous husband's suggestion that it would be very convenient to have an eye on the end of one's index finger - his theory being that you could always see what small change you had in your pocket.
What a fun poem, I am so looking forward to reading it to my great niece, I am always on the look out for things she would enjoy...and I know she will love this.
ReplyDeleteI am all of the above jinsky but tend to be more on the organized side of things, xo
Very cute poem, most children should love it.
ReplyDeletelove it! I'm glad my nose ain't on my ass, for if I sat, down on the grass, would disappear 'til things came to pass.......
ReplyDeleteWhales have their noses atop their heads, a better place, perhaps than right over the mouth into which phlegm can fall.
ReplyDeleteHilarious poem. My two kids, 3.5 and 5, are obsessed at present with the idea of a sausage attached to one's nose (they got it from a fairy tale). They think it's the funniest thing they've ever heard. It's great to see them rolling around the floor together laughing...
ReplyDeleteAll of the above!
ReplyDeleteThe sense of smell is connected to very deep memories.
I love that witty rhyme. and reminded me of my Mother's admonition, which I frequently ignored, but often wished I had:
ReplyDelete"Keep you nose out of others' business."
Frankly Jinsky this nose poem would be perfect in a child’s book. My 3 years old grandson loves books with rhymes. You are so good with these poems – have you ever thought of contacting a book publishing company and have some made into kids’ books? I think there would be a lot of interest. If not I was thinking about printing your poem and finding some different noses in magazine and making a small book for my grandson Langston. Grandma Moses started painting at 76 and by the time she was 101 she was known internationally.
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