Picking Your Nose Poem by Phil Soar

Picking Your Nose



My mother told me if I picked my nose, it would cave in,
Those words affected me when I was young
So when I felt the need, I just remembered mothers words
And up my nose I placed a rubber bung

Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,silly
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