by Sandra S Corona
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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It's snot that can think!
Snotty Scotty, oozing goo,
wants to cling to someone new.
He's a drip, hasn't a clue,
that his buddies give folks flu.
Scot's apt to clutch our clothes,
bid time till he grabs our nose.
Snotty Scotty is naughty.
He thinks a tie is haughty
since Scot's from Cincinnati.
He's a blob, booger, waddy.
Scot hates to be blown apart ...
even boogers have a heart.
Snotty Scotty has issues:
prefer hanky's to tissues,
lives to drizzle, slide, run, ooze
seeing himself on new shoes.
You think he's shallow? He's deep--
barricades when we rest, sleep!
His Ma shout in rage, "Engaged--
that drop can't string e'en one page.
Son, choose a booger well-aged--
who leaves folks choking, a daze."
"Momma, she's ready to plop
little spittles of new snot."
Ma popped! "Swell ... Snotty Scotty!"
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|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|Okay and this has indeed made me smile.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|laffin' too hard to comment...and that's "snot" no joke! LOL well done! :)|
|Reviewed by Sandra Mushi
|Haaa haaa haaa ... I can't stop laughing ... my neighbours now really think I belong in the nut-house ... lol!
Sick but great, Sandra! Lol!
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|And "THEY" call me sick...LOL! ;) Ed|