Cyranose - Poem by Saiom Shriver
Each person knows
he is not his nose.
Cyrano so identified
with his nose...
should he have
been called Cyranose?
He feared wooing
not yes's but no's.
But now Roxanne's
faithful love he knows.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
'Obvious: Excuse me, is that your nose or did a bus park on your face?
Meteorological: Everybody take cover, she will blow!
Fashionable: You could de-emphasise your nose if you wore something larger......like Wyoming.
Personal: Well, here we are...Just the three of us.
Punctual: Okay, your nose was on time, but you were minutes late.
Envious: Oh, I wish I were you......to be able to smell your own ear!
Naughty: Some of the ladies have asked if you would put that thing away.
Philosophical: It is not the size of a nose that is important....it is what is in it that matters.
Humorous: Laugh and the world laughs with you......sneeze and it is goodbye.... Seattle
Commercial: Hi, I am Earl Scheib and I can paint that nose for $3800. (poster put it in the amount)
Polite: Would you mind not bobbing your head? The orchestra keeps changing the tempo.
Melodic: Everybody. He has got the whole world in his nose.
Sympathetic: What happened? Did your parents lose a bet with God?
Complimentary: You must love the birdies......to give them this to perch on.
Scientific: Say, does that thing there influence the tides?
Obscure: Whoa, I would hate to see the grindstone. Well, think about it.
Inquiry: When you stop and smell the flowers......are they afraid?
French: The pigs have refused to find any more truffles......until you leave.
Pornographic: Finally a man who can satisfy two women at once.
Religious: The Lord giveth......and He just kept on giving, did he not?
Disgusting: Say, who mows your nose hair?
Paranoid: Keep that guy away from my cocaine!
Aromatic: It must be wonderful to wake up in the morning and smell the coffee...in Brazil
Appreciative: Oh, how original. Most people just have their teeth capped.'
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