Sonnet for my Ear Lobe

Sonnet for my Ear Lobe

As the last evolutionary vestige of ancient ancestry My earlobe simply hangs.  It isn’t much fun. It’s just a fleshy, bodily accessory. That’s why I got it pierced when I turned 21. Cartilage, skin, and a light peach fuzz, The ear lobe is a rather small bit. Though...