Nose Picking

I like to forage up my nose, to catch a crusty edge,
then prizing out from deep within, I pull out all the rest,

Bogies are a funny mix of crust and bits of goo,
How do they get there, no one knows, I only know they do,   

Some are hard, some are soft, they come all shapes and sizes,
I like the way you never know, I like to get surprises,

Some people flick, some people eat, some wipe under their seat,
some people they do things with snot, I’d rather not repeat,

Your parents say its not polite to roll and then flick snot,
I bet even the Queen’s been known, but maybe not a lot,

The truth be told we have to pick to clear out any stoppage,
Explosions in the end result from too much bogie blockage…

~ by jeromebjerome on March 12, 2008.