Wednesday, May 6, 2009

An Original Poem


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.


Myra McEntire said...

It's because of the snot and booger references in the contest isn't it? It is. Tell the truth.

Unknown said...


Actually, the poem was written a year ago and I'm not feeling creative enough to come up with new material tonight.

Debra Lynn Lazar said...

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.

Unknown said...

You should see the one I didn't post.

Anita said...

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?

Unknown said...

She already has. It hangs in the foyer where it catches the light of the chandelier.

It's about runny poo.

Unknown said...

I'm going to blow my nose (just for the fun of it)

Myra McEntire said...

I found the runny poo comment to be pretty creative. I'd like to read that poem, too.

Anita said...

:) You people are funny!

Ray Veen said...

Freaking awesome, Murph. I love this poem, and I'm gonna share it with my critters.

I'm nominating you for peot laureate.

The Wife said...

Wow. That pretty much sums up my feelings on this. Wow.

Sarah J Clark said...

Sorry. That was mine there under the chair.

Unknown said...

Nice, Sarah.

Kelly Polark said...

Good lord! Somebody wipe up that chair!

Anonymous said...

You know, Shel Silverstien got famous writing stuff like this!