A poem, for Kenny:
Kenny loves to pick his nose.
He does it with relish;
With gusto.
He does it in the morning, noontime & bedtime;
In private, in public,
At church and at play.
In the car, near and far:
He’s my nose-picking star!
And he doesn’t stop until
He fishes out a real whopper.
Today he asked me, “Mama? Do you ever pick your nose and get a big one?”
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2 responses to “Boogers”
😆 Save that one for his wedding day!
Wow I love this poem. I may need to write one for Madeleine who loves loves loves to keep her finger in her nose.