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Snot Man Blue Part 2, from THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD

                            CONT from Part 1
                         Part 2 Snot Man Blue


Blue Snot Man Blue was no more. 
His parents were so so so 
proud and happy. ‘It doesn’t matter any more 
that our son is, you know, mostly snot, you know.’ 

Months slothed by
and one rainy late night
a brown moth stuck to his thigh,
begged him to let him take flight
back home to his family
who had probably with too much worry turned white. 

‘Mr Moth, don’t you worry a bit
the scientists will let you go
after they’re done
studying you, you know.’

‘LIE!,LIE!,LIE!’ screamed a mosquito. 
They almost NEVER ever EVER 
let insects go
NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!’

‘WHAT! WHAT! No! You lie!
I’m not the type to lie!
I’m not SLY!
I’m also not a fall guy!’

‘It’s so true, Mr Snot Man Blue!
Killing insects has always been their plan.
Encase us in glass is what they do to us. 
Snuff us woman or man
after they study us that’s what they do. 
How do I know? Mr Snot Blue Man?
A cousin of mine once escaped
their lab and told me Mr Snot Blue Man. 
He NEVER lies,’ backed up 
on his arm a seven-spot ladybird Ann.  

After he took in the horrible news
he was left totally angry and confused, 
and that totally totally 
made him feel very blue bruised.

So to make himself feel better (temporarily) he took off all the insects, and they all went home.
Totally relieved they were. Some of them were on a holiday here; some were already home. 
Not too many 
lived in Rome. 

TO BE CONTINUED ... in Part 3
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