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My mommy and my daddy said I must not eat my boogers Instead I have to eat my porridge dusted with brown sugar The teacher setting homework graded all my work D minus Coz the pages stick together when I try to clear my sinus. I don't think it's fair, why should I be penalised? If I had my way I'd flick a booger right between her eyes We are told to save the planet, it's important to recycle 'I'm going green.' Least that's what I told my brother Michael. Slimy, sometimes crunchy with a unique aftertaste Endless mucus, freshly picked need never go to waste With fingers at the ready and whilst no-one else is looking Pick a booger, mix it in, improve your mother's cooking.
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