Picky Nose

I used to love to pick my nose. After 3, Better than playing with my toes. With a nose you see, Each little crevasse has a surprise for me! A goober, A booger. Nothing I would find amiss. Cleanest nose in town, Until Momma was around. Momma said, "Don't pick your nose, You might get it on my hose! There are not gold doubloons in there, Just goobers and boogers. Perhaps a bit of hair." But that's the whole point! My boogers and goobers, Are my snacks at night! Mommas in bed. It's dark, No one will see. Just me and my nose, Boogers and goobers are free!