O mucus glands, your snot
runs through me like a vast
river o'er the parts inside
my tender nostrils.
Thy swift actions art of no
match for my dollarstore
Looney Tunes inspired kleenex
You leave me with but no choice.
I realize I must flee, to the
bathroom I do go, in search of
a stronger, quicker picker-upper.
Bounty.
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there's a bogeyman with the crows, he has got on no clothes, i pick and scream inside a dream then i blow my nose - a good fun poem.
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Lmao..nicely done.
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