Saturday, November 15, 2008

A Poem About Boogers by Mom




Boogers

Boogers, Boogers everywhere,
probably some in my hair.
Oh, how I love to flick it,
that's why I always pick it.

If one falls while I run down the hall,
I just smear it on the wall!

Tucked in bed, tissues above my head,
but their so hard to reach,
so I'll sneak them in my sheets!

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