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SNOTNOSE

They call me "Snotnose," King of the snot! I can slide down a hill on the snot that I make! Waves of snot my nose can produce, Most of it gooey and loose! My friends that I have, Wear life jackets and boots. Drowning in a sea of snot, Is not what my friends like a lot! Girls' runaway, "Too much snot they say. You're too messy to play!" After I rub my nose on my sleeve, Before I can sneeze, The snot is dripping down to my knees! My mother says, "Here's a hanky, Use it please or get a spanky!" My father says, "Do as I do." Placing his finger on one nostril, He blew out a goober that was quite awful! I do try to please. One hanky is used up in just one sneeze! Blowing out one nostril, Is like blowing out a hose, And that is just one side of my nose! My teacher said, "Roll up some paper, And stick it up your nose." That worked well! But where does the snot go? My head swelled and swelled, Until my brain began to jell! I pulled out the paper, And let loose a flood. Trees fell down! And there was lots of mud. Before I was swept away, A brick mason came by and saved the day! "Come on kid, this is no joke!" He pulled me in on the end of a rope. The brick mason said, "I can make you a deal, All the snot you make will make it real! Come work for me in the brick making factory. All the snot you mix in will make the bricks tight!" Much to my delight, The brick mason was right! To this day, Right after school. I go to the brick factory and let my nose drool! In addition to money I make after school, I've made friends that see my nose as a tool! Even the hospital, Came to see, When my snot fixed a boy who fell from a tree. All of this I did for free. Now they call me, "Mighty Squirt" And I can be proud of me!

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