Boogers

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?”