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.
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:
You need a son.
Hehehee.... mmm... boogers.
Which is why I don't let the kids sit on the carpet at group time. God knows what they're sitting in.
LOVE! Why isn't this in a kid's magazine?
You picked a winner.
You seriously need to compile your gross poems into a collection for a book. Kids love that stuff!
Picked a winner...nice. You're on a roll lately, Kelly.
Current favorite follower: Kelly! Good stuff.
Kelly is a winner, you can't cater to that creativity!
She has flaws though, flaws I tell ya!
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!
LOL. Nice... tasty. :)
I followed Wendy over here. My kids would love this stuff:)
There's more! I'm working on getting links to my other gross poems in the sidebar.
Thanks for coming by.
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