Author Edward Lear There is a Young Lady, whose nose, Continually prospers and grows; When it grew out of sight, she exclaimed in a fright, " Oh! Farewell to the end of my nose! " Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2.7 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments