The Joys Of An Odd Nose: For Aparna D

Some buy diamonds, others strike a pose

But blessed are the few, with an oddly made nose

No flowers to give, no rocks to flash

These types save, a whole load of cash

No gestures, no gimmicks, no strange names to call

Their faces are nuff, for us to them recall

A twist is all it takes for face to turn a brand

In foggy old memories, it becomes a magic wand

When all eyes vanish in the head's back-burner

We'll still remember that item, on the face of Aparna

Michael paid a fortune, to get his job done

(Must have thought it gives, those lil boys some fun!)

Cleopatra's was long, made some wondrous history

Though Caesar's strange choice, remains to me a mystery

But it could still be argued, with logic and command

One's pride on one's nose, verily does stand!

Raise a toast! Raise a toast! To that bend in the face

Such luck visits, but the exalted of the race

If some wretched party pooper, calls that topsy-turvy

Rest assured my friend, it reflects pure envy!