The Booger Collector
Over the years
You know how it goes
When faced with boredom
I pick my nose
Fascinated with how they looked
I started collecting them
Never inclined to taste them like little kids do
Once I sneezed
And one big booger escaped my gaze
It landed on my tie
There it dried brown and crusty
When you have a cold
They turn green you know
Well I had this girlfriend
T’was ever picking lint and stuff off of me
Prissy you know but
It was a big mistake that day to be picky and such
To scratch at my tie and hear the crunch
In her fingernail my lost booger lodged
You could tell
She was no collector
My goodness
One would have thought the world had ended
The fuss she made
But as I have always said
What’s a little bit of snot between friends?
Asta Dido
PS, This cured her "picking" habit--ROTFL
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