Sometimes when I'm sitting around,

In my bed or on the ground,

While I'm on the phone or even on the throne,

I get that weird sensation,

From my nostril's amazing creation,

As I breath in and out,

It flutters in my snout,

I just want to sit and pout,

When it won't come out.

What is it? I don't know.

But sometimes I think I actually feel it grow.

Maybe it's alive.

Nibbling on nose hairs to survive.

Or maybe it's my brain,

Using my nose as a drain.

Maybe my nose is in a good mood.

And it offers it as food.

But whatever the case may be,

All the experts agree.

BOOGERS are cool!!!!