A nose is a nose like a rose is a rose

My nose. My nose! Oh how I love my nose. I feel like I heard a lot of people complain about their noses as I was growing up, but I never paid too much attention to mine. Recently, though, I've come to really love my nose. It's just so cool! 

See, my nose is by no means itty-bitty, but it isn't big either. I've never broken it, so it's still straight and has a nice shape. I don't really have a turn-up at all but the tip is kind of chubby and I like it. I don't have a button nose, but it isn't pointy either. I may fly on broomsticks sometimes but I don't have warts on my nose.

My nostrils are small enough to look normal, but big enough to be talented -- I can now play three instruments (kazoo, recorder, and harmonica) with this fabulous nose of mine! (It's four if you count the penny whistle. I haven't tried it yet but I know I could do it.) My nose helps me smell wonderful things, like cinnamon and pumpkin scented stuff and Ajax. And vinyl, which has to be one of my favorite smells, I think because it reminds me of the cases that Disney VHS tapes come in. When I laugh really hard, especially if I'm trying to keep it quiet, my nostrils flare a lot. I can also do that on demand, which makes me extra happy when I'm nostril-flaring and ear-wiggling at the same time. 

My nose is a blessing in and of itself and it gets people to bless me. Either that or they just say I have cute sneezes.