Rhyme Poem: Comparatively Speaking, by Howard K. Pollack

Sinatra was known as Blue Eyes, and he wore the name so well,
Me I’m just proboscis, with a mighty sense of smell;
Toucan Sam, Cyrano and Durante, they’ve oft been compared to me,
True comparisons though are so fleeting, the real test hangs below my knee;
As a sea captain I’m likened to Hazelwood, but I’ve yet to go down with a ship,
A few have gone down without me, and thanks to insurance it didn’t cost me zip;
But when it comes to creativity, no one can compare,
Just leave me with some plain white paper and trust me if you dare;
The end result I promise you, will be a coup de gras,
But rest assured that final line will be more than ha-chata-ta-cha!

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