This bogey is a fing
What lives up in your nose
And how they comes to get there
No one really knows
Me grandad likes to blow ‘is out
And then he takes a look
I fink he’s double checking
Just how many he has took
But me see, I is different
I likes to pick ‘em out
By stickin’ up me finger
And jiggling it about
Then when I knows I got one
I quickly whips it out
But I don’t shows I got one
‘cause mum would scream and shout
So then I likes to hold it
Between me fum and finger
I roll it round into a ball
And then I lets it linger
While I finks about a place
Where I can go and stick it
But sometimes when you’re hungry
A bogey’s just the ticket
So this one, what I got right here
I fought you’d like to meet it
It’s big and grey and rubbery
And now I’m gonna eat it!
It is rather brilliant, Gypsy but I would rather treat the outside of your nose in the hope of influencing internal matters. They say that gently rubbing one's own nose against the one that you intend to mine for its content may bring about a veritable shower of fragmented matter. Enough of that. You done extremely well and I shall promise you a hypnotoc induction if and when we meet during your husband's overseas business trip. Best wishes H
Brilliant Gypsy! This is the last poem I have time to read before work! Glad it was this one! Moyaxx
Wow! you really got up my nose with this one, Gyppo! And the most creative set of comments too! The whole of the local school is aware that its highly respected music master sticks them under the piano keyboard... children don't miss much. And for your next revelation of what encyclopaedias and anthologies don't tell you? ... no, let's not go there...
This is top Dolla Gyp, it is so funny, you really have a great sense of humor. I am now going to download this for my collection/hope you dont mind. I hope it cheers Mood Swinger up down in the sitting room. He could do with a good laugh. Cheers Sylvie
The boy stood on the burning deck picking his nose like mad. He rolled it up in little balls And flicked it at his dad. Don't ask me from what subconscious depths of my mind, that one comes from :)
Oh my gosh, this is so funny! ! ! You know what they say, you can't pick your friends, but you can pick your nose. Wonderful. - chuck
Ha ha ha! ! ! Gyps, have you read 'Things That Encyclopedia's Don't Tell You' by Michael Shepherd? You MUST! Ha ha ha! ! ! Great giggle. Warmly, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant.I love it.