Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A Poem For My Peeps

Found this one in the vault. I don't think I've posted it before.



When I get bored I pick my nose.
It's really very fun.
I dig real deep and poke around.
My work is never done.
Today I found four boogers.
They were gooey, they were green.
I wiped them on the carpet,
So they could not be seen.
But when it was time for recess,
I had not a moment to lose.
I ran across the carpet.
Now there's boogers on my shoes.

12 comments:

Anita said...

You need a son.

Valerie Geary said...

Hehehee.... mmm... boogers.

Sarah Dooley said...

Which is why I don't let the kids sit on the carpet at group time. God knows what they're sitting in.

Casey McCormick said...

LOVE! Why isn't this in a kid's magazine?

Kelly said...

You picked a winner.
You seriously need to compile your gross poems into a collection for a book. Kids love that stuff!

Paul Michael Murphy said...

Picked a winner...nice. You're on a roll lately, Kelly.

The Wife said...

Current favorite follower: Kelly! Good stuff.

Jonathon Arntson said...

Kelly is a winner, you can't cater to that creativity!

She has flaws though, flaws I tell ya!

Anita said...

I can't believe that just because I'm trying to tell these people when to have children, I am not the favorite follower. This writing thing is filled with rejection everywhere, everywhere!

Wendy Sparrow said...

LOL. Nice... tasty. :)

Tina Lynn said...

I followed Wendy over here. My kids would love this stuff:)

Paul Michael Murphy said...

There's more! I'm working on getting links to my other gross poems in the sidebar.

Thanks for coming by.