Boogers Poem by John Gabriel
Boogers
How I hate to have a booger without any tissue
it always ends up causing me such a big issue
Should I blow in my hands till it pops from my snout
or dig for gold with my finger until I pick it out
But then do I wipe it on my blue jeans or shirt
or if no one is watching eat it as my dessert
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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