(the bat signals by Robert Margetts)
(wrote this one about a little boy fishing for goodies)
BOOGERS
FROM HEAVEN
Lickety
lick
Picket
pick
Ram
that tiny finger up the hole
And
grab that delectable sushi role
Green and gooey
Tasty
and chewy
No
rhyme or reason
It’s
just picking season
Hold
that booger high in the air
Twirl
it between the fingers and rub it on the chair
It’s
a treasure trove, an endless pot
A
cornucopia of delicious snot
Open
wide and tilt head back
Here
comes some salty crap
Not
the first and definitely not the last bite tonight
I’ve
got two nostrils, one on the left and one on the right.
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