My right ear

I have a particular liking for my right ear. I nearly said that I am very attached to it except that seems the wrong way round as it is, I hope, strongly attached to me.  It sticks out prominently and even disturbs my sleek, glossy, bobbed hair.  In the nursing home where I was born, they swaddled the new babies and laid them on a table on their right sides for the loving parents to come and cuddle, but they forgot to check that the ears were flat against the heads.  Consequently we all have right ears almost at 90 degrees but I love this relic of a bit of ancient history. Imagine a world of perfect ears - how dull and bland!