Polly Porridge was short for her age.
Her eyes were set far apart and her style was strange,
And this in a strange city in Eram where the people were especially fickle,
Yes, Polly lived in the ficklest city called Pernickle.
Polly had dyed her hair blue
To match the trend from the pop band, Rainbow True.
Her best friend got bigger lips because she had a wish
To join the trend to look more like a fish,
Her mother and her several friends,
Had prosthetic fairy wings to keep up with those trends.
Today’s latest trend was a nose fashioned fancy and large,
A nose that knows how to put one in a charge.
A schnozz that had character and charm.
A honker as large as an arm.
A snout with bumps, curves and divots.
A horn pierced and covered in rivets.
This town was obsessed with Super smeller of Vaser who couldn’t be hotter.
He was so cool, he could smell under water!
And Polly Porridge was jumping in
On this fantastic bandwagon.
Polly was getting herself a new nose,
And she hoped to be as impressive as anyone goes.
She bit her bottom lip in the waiting room which was washed over in shades of striped blues.
In the end, she couldn’t do the full surgery as originally agreed to.
Instead, Polly was getting a nose cap fashioned to fit her face,
Then she could remove it anytime, when in a more private place.
She closed her eyes and pictured the praise of her being so fashionable and looking so fine.
She could mentally hear her sister whistle and say, “Well done, Polly, your nose is far superior to mine.”
Valerie Carsey, LLC 