In The Comfort Of Our Homes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If noses weren't attached,
To the face.
Few people would know,
Where the back of their heads were.
Or knew the full sensation,
Of picking their toes.
One of those favorite pastimes,
Spent in the comfort of our homes...
Alone sniffing the toe jam,
Most of the time!

'THAT is disgusting! '

And...
Your point is what?
Sniffing and tasting it,
Are not to be associated!
Unless...
You have discovered another method,
That upgrades this satisfaction.