Inspired by a young child on the bus! - 04/10/26
Carl’s frequently picking his nose He's saving it, as does twin Rose They now have a huge pile Of dried snot, it's so vile And daily their collection grows! Their mother found the pile of snot And deftly removed the whole lot Carl cries, Rose starts bleating "That snot was for eating" Their mother does not care a jot!
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