Only wanted fresh air to inhale,
just to go for a stroll.
But from it you gain a tale,
involving two of your face holes.
You get some dust,
riding winds up your nose,
and sneeze you must,
but all you have is your clothes.
Blocking with a sleeve,
your nose has released,
but now you must peeve,
over a freed nasal beast.
You look at the loogi,
that came from the nose crack.
About that boogie...
you can't take it back!
So you hide and hide,
so no one will see,
covering the sleeve green-dyed.
Then you see a tree.
You try to be subtle,
swiping your arm on bark,
but you can't help but scuttle,
to try to clean up the mark.
It doesn't work,
so now you try to dissolve.
Your sleeve you start to jerk,
hoping something will befall.
But it only spreads,
like the fingers were knives on butter.
And you smack your forehead,
and curse in a splutter.
Worsened it remains,
and now you must endure.
Embarrassment pains,
because they're coming for sure!
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PoetryA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
