Devanshi Khetarpal Poems
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Pick Your Nose!
When you pick your nose
And pull the booger out,
Which is slimy, sticky and black,
I feel awful. I can't feel more pain
Than to see the booger in front of my eyes.
Keep it in your nose.
Tuck all of it in. Don't stick it about.
If you don't stop, be ready for a smack!
Stop it! You're driving me insane!
Keep it in. Even the housefly dies
From the very sight of your nose.
You're a picker and I wish your ugly snout
Would allow the issued booger to come back.
Stop! The habit makes you insane.
Holy is it pick your nose? If it is, you are wise.
The Same Ol' Bench
In the midst of the green,
Her bodice protruding amid the shadowed area,
She sat on the bench waiting for her amigo,
The gargantuan area unilluminated,
She could see sapphire-like eyes and snowy skin egressing out of the dark,
The amigo sat down,
They sipped the sherry in unison,
Both savoured the moment,
It being neither piquant nor saccharine,