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Be Glad Your Nose is on your Face by Jack Prelutsky

Poetry Speaks

Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Nose

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on 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,
for you'd be forced 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 on some other place-
be glad your nose is on your face!

-Jack Prelutsky

Explanation

This poem goes to tell us that we should always count our blessings. We are created by the good Lord, in his image with all our limbs and organs in their place.

He gives one example. He asks us to be glad that our nose is on our face and not pasted in some other place, and we would dislike our nose a lot if it were in some other place.

He speculates that if the nose is sandwiched in between our toes we would have to smell our feet which would be awful. It would be dreadful if it were attached on top of the head and it would drive us to despair because our hair would tickle our nose forever.

If the nose were within our ear it would be a disaster. If we happen to sneeze the brain would rattle due to the vibration of the sneeze. So our nose remains through thick and thin between our eyes and chins and helps us to function normally and we should be thankful for it!

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

The poet says that we should be glad that our nose is on our face, and is not pasted on some other place on our body. We might dislike our nose if it had been somewhere else.


Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.

He tells us if our nose was placed or sandwiched between our toes, it would be rather bad, because we would be forced to smell our 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.

He says if the nose is attached to the top of our head, it would drive us mad, because our hair would tickle it constantly.


Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.

If the nose is placed within our ear it would be a disaster because whenever we sneeze, the brain would shake or rattle because of the sneeze.




Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place-
be glad your nose is on your face!

The nose remains between our eyes and chin, and so we should be happy that the nose is on our face.

Pasted - Stuck
Precious - Valuable
Sandwiched - Pressed between two things
Dread - Fear
Despair - Lose hope
Catastrophe - Sudden great disaster


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