Devanshi Khetarpal Poems
Pick Your Nose!
When you pick your nose
And pull the booger out,
Which is slimy, sticky and black,
I feel awful. I can't feel more pain
Than to see the booger in front of my eyes.
Keep it in your nose.
Tuck all of it in. Don't stick it about.
If you don't stop, be ready for a smack!
Stop it! You're driving me insane!
Keep it in. Even the housefly dies
From the very sight of your nose.
You're a picker and I wish your ugly snout
Would allow the issued booger to come back.
Stop! The habit makes you insane.
Holy is it pick your nose? If it is, you are wise.
She walks along, skidding, gliding,
Along the sidewalk that's slipping, a-sliding
Beneath her feet as if she's not moving at all,
The gravel bound, her noggin high and she walks to a call,
Which n'ver was heard of or christened to,
But awn she walked on the sidewalk, with a pair of shoes or two.
Call it an illusion, know it a farce,
She walked along the sidewalk, underneath the moon and a parce'
Of stars which glimmered and shivered in twilight; dull,