Pokey Nose (Or What Happened To Little Charlie) Poem by Devanshi Khetarpal

'Don't walk around with a pokey nose', says Little Charlie's mother,
'Don't booger-hunt your pokey nose', says Little Charlie's brother.
'Wipe your pokey nose with a tissue or don't bother,
Sneeze hard your pokey nose, ' says Little Charlie's father.

But off goes Little Charlie with a tissue or two,
And throws all of them down the lane without an issue or two.

And off goes Little Charlie on a booger-hunt,
And places the pile of booger on a crimson punt.

'Wash your hands well with soap, ' says Little Charlie's master,
'Wash your face with mint gel, ' says Principal Alastor,
'Wash yourself well but do so little faster,
You wouldn't want to miss your lessons, ' says another master.

But off goes Little Charlie with his dirty pokey nose,
And sticks the dry, fish-eye booger on his pristine hose.

And Little Charlie doesn't mind a dirty, sticky hose,
If he could have a pristine, little pokey nose.

'You'll fall ill if you wear a dirty sticky hose,
You might as well have done with a booger-infested nose.
You'll have to have yucky medicine; mind you, a large dose,
It's all because of the fish-eye booger stuck on your hose.'

But off went Little Charlie sneezing on the way,
And as he went home, on the bed he had to lay.

And sneezed and sneezed for hours and hours,
As he saw the entrancing doctors' cars.

'You shouldn't have picked on your pokey little nose,
And shouldn't have stuck the booger on your clean hose.'
'Mind you, Little Charlie, awaits a large dose,
The yuckiest tonic in the world, down your throat goes! '

Poor Little Charlie, lay in bed for a week,
Just because he picked his nose and became a booger-geek.

Life would be very merry if you don't pick your booger-infested nose,
But it wouldn't be too merry if you stick booger on your hose.