Blow Worthy Poem by Ima Ryma

I could just feel that it was there,
Just like a diamond in the rough,
Glistening ooze in such fat flair.
But getting it to come forth - tough!
I tried to pick at it to come,
But it held steadfast to its spot.
Big blast needed to pry it from
Its hiding to show its what snot.
And so the task I undertook.
I did ready and aim and fire,
And blew so hard, the heaven's shook.
Behold - object of my desire.

What a wonder when thar it blows,
Gem of a booger from my nose.