Be glad                 your face,
 not pasted         other place,
 for if                  is not,
 you might                   a lot.

 Imagine if      precious nose
 were sandwiched            your toes,
 that clearly              a treat,
 for you'd                    your feet.

 Your nose                   of dread
 were it               your head,
 it soon                 to despair,
 forever tickled    your hair.

 Within your                would be
 an absolute catastrophe,
 for when                  to sneeze,
 your brain                   the breeze.

 Your nose,                        and thin,
 remains between           and chin,
 not pasted         other place--
 be glad                 your face!