An Ode to Midnight Snacks
I ate a booger last night.
I admit it, you’re probably right.
It’s nothing terribly bad.
It makes no sense why you’re mad.
I ate a booger last night.
Its tenderness was sublime and just right,
The consistency: airy, puffy, and light.
The best nose snack I’ve ever had,
I ate a booger last night.
No shame in my game, everything’s alright.
Thinking of eating another, I might.
The thought of my indulgence makes me glad.
I won’t shrink back or be afraid but instead
No shame in my game, again I refrain:
I ATE A BOOGER LAST NIGHT!
This poem is about:
Our world
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