Best Booger Poems

Silliness doesn't run in my family, it gallops
If you wanna be slim like Bugs Bunny, eat raw carrots
Other stuff you can do
Sneezing? A calorie or...

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I ain't afraid of no ghost, friend,
You can bet your bottom dollar
I'm an expert on ghosts of men -
I was born in Booger Holler.

Now the...

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You see I've been misunderstood majority of my life
Its as though if living were war 
then im the knife
Its not my fault society embraces suicide
Label...

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You’re an idiot – 
Can’t you see
That what you write isn’t poetry? 
Why aren’t you embarrassed?
How can you be pleased?
Your poetry’s the snot  
Blown...

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Little one, 
Why do you cry?
It's time to sleep
And you should try.

There is no need
To be afraid.
It's only monsters
YOU have made.

No creature lives
Beneath your bed,
With...

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Be it winter or summer more likely than not
my big nose can produce giant globs of green snot.

I use up the tissues a box at...

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Runny oh runny, really runny nose
Right now I must say our relationship blows.

You're always out running while I sit at home
And all I can do...

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You're kind of silly, and quiet too
You smell like chili and bird poo
This poem seems mean but its really nice
I hear your room is full...

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The Yellow Dog


A skinny yellow dog walked 'round
Needin' to find some shade
The dusty little one street town
Was hot as God has made

He eyed the flagpole...

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There once was a young booger called Bet,
Who was learning ‘bout surfing the ‘net.
As her tutor called Dougal
Introduced her to Google,
She said, ‘Surfing? I’m not...

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Brains excreting pictures
dreams
stories

"Chia Pet Poets" 
exploring emotional trade winds
escaping reality 
for SIX minutes
returning
for seconds
entranced 
for SIX hours
thunder
from fingers
for days
therapy
for nights
grins hidden deep 
beneath booger eyelids
crusted
wipe...

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Old Spencer, smelling of grippe, drugs, and death, 
he couldn’t bend over to pick up chalk, magazines, 
and failed acknowledgements of stupidity.
He certainly reveled in...

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He makes me do such silly things,
Terror and trouble he surely brings.
Gum in hair, and sticks in wheels,
No care for how everyone feels.

Mud pies thrown...

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Dorian Dorian was a queen bee
                   ...

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I've just come to realize 
Probably some of you don't know
How to speak the hillbilly language
So, I'll show you how to give it a go

We...

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