A NOSE FOR TROUBLE
My mommy and my daddy said I must not eat my boogers
Instead I have to eat my cornflakes 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, not now that I've discovered
That breakfast is far yummier if in bogeys it is smothered
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.
Salty, sometimes crunchy with a unique aftertaste
Endless mucus, freshly squeezed need never go to waste
So with fingers at the ready and when no-one else is looking
I'll pick a booger, mix it in, improve on mommy's cooking.