The Nose Toes Man
I know a man with seven noses
and three hundred forty six thousand toeses,
And everywhere this strange man goeses,
folks strike the same dumbfounded poses.
Everyone stares at his multiple digits.
Some folks holds real still, while other folks fidgits.
They act the same way around fat folks and midgits,
who "way long ago" got called devils and witches.
Folks say things are different, far different today,
yet they want the nose toes man to go far away.
But his noses and toeses are hereses to stay.
What's different when different is still not okay?
(C) 1998, Arden Davidson
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