Bad Poetry Contest: Ode to My Nose

With apologies to poets everywhere, this is Toby's entry into Oz the Terrier's Second Annual Bad Poetry Contest. Read 'em all, I dare you, and don't forget to vote for your favorites!
Also, thanks to Furst Choice Doggy Day Care for their photos of Toby :)

Ode to My Nose

by Toby

I love my nose, be it black, brown, or pink.

Without my nose, could I find stinks?

My world is colored by my nose -

Sniffing the ground, one never knows,

What treats and nasties might be around.

I love my nose, it's wet and cold!

It finds me perfumes in which to roll.

I use it to greet old and new friends

And sometimes humans if they bend

over - why does that make them frown?

I love my nose for all of its powers.

Sniffing's a hobby that never sours.

My ears are cute, my whiskers sweet,

My eyes are bright, my fur is neat,

But my nose will never let me down!