Treasure Island

John Gabriel


Boogers


How I hate to have a booger without any tissue
it always ends up causing me such a big issue

Should I blow in my hands till it pops from my snout
or dig for gold with my finger until I pick it out

But then do I wipe it on my blue jeans or shirt
or if no one is watching eat it as my dessert

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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