[drewprops]

I found a booger on my finger,
How'd that get there? I sat and windered,
What shall I do to make it leave?
I wiped that booger on my sleeve.

I laid my booger on the ground,
It was the lonliest booger in town.
All alone, no nose to inhab't
So I picked it up and wiped it on my sleeve too.


Anybody else got booger poems?
These were just whipped out, I find that's the best way to write about boogers.

(This thread is Tori's fault, btw)

[psmith2.0]

Holy hell.



I give up.

[BuonRotto]

I boogied in my bedroom,
I boogied in the hall.
I boogied on my finger,
And I wiped it on the wall.

(lyrics by Chuck Berry)

[turbulentfurball]

Originally Posted by drewprops (This thread is Tori's fault, btw)

However, I wasn't shocked in the slightest to find that you started it drew. Poo and boogers. Whatever next!?

[psmith2.0]

Man, don't ask!

[Foj]

Originally Posted by turbulentfurball Poo and boogers.

Boogers and poo,
what would you do,
if you found some,
on your shoe?


And no, I didn't step in either one.

[murbot]

A strange feeling in my nose
Pubic hairs, from that filthy ho?
I choose a finger to go and see
Some snot is growing inside of me

I jam it with my nail
And try to pry it free
It slides off and hides again
It clings to me desperately

My anger grows
A finger to the side of my nose
I inhale and get ready to blow
And then accidentally inhale the fucker
And vomit it out in a torrent of mucus and blood
So much blood
Some broad watching faints and goes thud
Man did she have a rack

[drewprops]

I wandered lonely as a Booger,
That perches high o'er the top of a lip,
When all at once I saw a girl,
A pack of girls, with golden hair;
They liked my nose, my stately schnozz,
I fell fluttering onto the stately lip below,
dancing in the sneeze.

The girls left.
Didn't even get a number.


Edit: Dude, we're starting to think alike. Except not so much with the blood for me.

[murbot]

Is this snot?
No, it's not
Exactly, it's snot
I know it isn't
Fuck you

[drewprops]

Booger, boogeré, büger, boogaratsu.
No matter how you say it,
There's one hanging out of your nose.

And it's looking at me.

[Artap99]

Dried up mucus lies inside a cave,
Waiting,
Wanting,
The Yankees win. The Yankees win.

[crazychester]

Snot! Snot!
Snot, it's not
The nicest thing around
Snot! Snot!
Snot a lot
Of mucous, green and brown.

'S not from murbot
'S not from drew
'S not snot from Artap's nose
It's snot from scates
Productive schnozz
Kept fresh between his toes.

I'm regretting this post before I've even hit submit!

Oh well. C'est la vie.

[crazychester]

I'm branching out into tongue twisters. Just letting you know, drew.

Five times fast. Rinse, lather, repeat:

It's not cyclops snot if it's not snot that's snot that stops.

[crazychester]

My big brother's boogers are a big bugger to the other brother whose bigger brother's boogers are an even bigger bugger to my other brother's bigger brother's boogers.

Oh chester, you are in the zone, babe.

[Moogs]

My booger needs me
No booger, no
Hang from the lampshade
For all to see

[Sauvblanc]

Here I sit
Broken hearted
Came to shit
But only farted
Next time I think
I'll take a chance
Wipe that booger
On my pants

[drewprops]

My friend Phil,
Has quite the nasal hill,
within he keeps,
green stuff that reeks,
He distributes the stuff as pills.


Five fathoms deep,
my boogers want to sleep,
amidst my poo,
I call do-do,
Flush now before I think.


This little ditty,
is never quite so witty,
as nostril grease,
upon my sleeves,
my laundry I do pity.


Think hard before you go,
to booger town once mo'
That girl you hunt,
will hide her junk,
If your finger goes in THAT hole.


Fourscore and seven boogers ago,
that girl in the corner was hungry.
Now she can breathe easier.


.

[Windowsrookie]

Smack That, All on the floor.
Smack that, Give me some more.
Smack that, Till you get sore.

[Luca]

First drewprops, then poodrops, and now drewpicks?

I can't think up a poem right now, sorry.

[drewprops]

I just have dry sinuses. It's a medical condition.

[colivigan]

Originally Posted by Luca I can't think up a poem right now, sorry.

Dig a little deeper - you'll come up with something.

[drewprops]

Boogie, Boogie,
On my finger,
Why won't you leave,
When I flings ya?

Boogie, Boogie,
On the Wall,
How'd you get here
at the Mall?

Did you come to see a movie?
Don't see Eragon, I hear it sucks.

[Oompa Loompa]

O booger, O boogie, O yummy gummy mine,
You taste so bitter-sweet, my dearest, my pal, O you,
palest of green,
you're my top-notch hopscotch buttercup snot, O booger, O boogie.

Always there gently sticking,
always there sweetly waiting,
always there
eagerly melting
on the tip
of my thankful tongue, O booger, O boogie,
O yummy gummy mine.

[Oompa Loompa]

I already wondered, reading the second line of Murbot's poem...

How the hell is he going to finish the poem this time?!

But, oh, yes, he finished it... and very gracefully I say! It's a true gift the guy has.

Murbot you really managed to do it again. You just did it again, didn't you?

Originally Posted by murbot Man did she have a rack

Brilliant!

[drewprops]

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Has a anwconed
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[Windowsrookie]

Drew! Wake up! You passed out on the keyboard!

[Eugene]

Originally Posted by murbot Is this snot? No, it's not Exactly, it's snot I know it isn't Fuck you

Shel Silverstein for a new generation.