BOOGER SURPRISE
By Paul Michael Murphy
When I get bored my fingers,
wander here and there.
Sometimes they scratch behind my ears,
sometimes they twirl my hair.
Today one went a'searching
in a place it often goes.
It passed my mouth and headed north,
it darted up my nose.
It was gone for quite a while,
but eventually withdrew.
And then I saw that it had found
some unappetizing goo.
I thought that I might wipe it
on the bottom of my chair,
but when I went to do so,
there was some already there.
By Paul Michael Murphy
When I get bored my fingers,
wander here and there.
Sometimes they scratch behind my ears,
sometimes they twirl my hair.
Today one went a'searching
in a place it often goes.
It passed my mouth and headed north,
it darted up my nose.
It was gone for quite a while,
but eventually withdrew.
And then I saw that it had found
some unappetizing goo.
I thought that I might wipe it
on the bottom of my chair,
but when I went to do so,
there was some already there.
15 comments:
It's because of the snot and booger references in the contest isn't it? It is. Tell the truth.
Erm...sure.
Actually, the poem was written a year ago and I'm not feeling creative enough to come up with new material tonight.
Paul, If I didn't know better, I'd think you wrote this beautiful prose just for me since you know how I feel about this "stuff." I'm touched, really.
You should see the one I didn't post.
My daughter recently wrote a beautiful poem which I framed and am hanging in an entryway to our home. May I suggest your wife do something similar with your masterpiece?
She already has. It hangs in the foyer where it catches the light of the chandelier.
It's about runny poo.
I'm going to blow my nose (just for the fun of it)
I found the runny poo comment to be pretty creative. I'd like to read that poem, too.
:) You people are funny!
Freaking awesome, Murph. I love this poem, and I'm gonna share it with my critters.
I'm nominating you for peot laureate.
Wow. That pretty much sums up my feelings on this. Wow.
Sorry. That was mine there under the chair.
Nice, Sarah.
Good lord! Somebody wipe up that chair!
You know, Shel Silverstien got famous writing stuff like this!
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