Nature Boy (For The Softies) . Poem by Scarborough Gypsy

Brilliant.I love 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.