Classic Poem

She has a bright and clever mind,
Her cheek with health and beauty glows,
I wish she had a more refined
Nose.

I like the saucy retrousse,
Admire the Roman, love the Greek;
But her's is none of these — It's a
Beak.

Soon as the sun of summer sets,
Or ever winter's snows are shed,
That hapless feature always gets
Red.

The hints that beauty sharps indite
Account for this in many ways;
Some say it comes from wearing tight
Stays.

O lady fair, let such be shunned!
A larger waist, a looser boot
Were better than a rubicund
Snoot!

And you'd improve its shape, God wot,
And look less like a pink pug pup
If you would wipe it down, and not
Up.

Farewell! That love cannot endure
Though you have every other grace
Is plain as is the nose on your