Short Booger Poems
Short Booger Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Booger by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Booger by length and keyword.
This guy's got “IT” whatever “IT” may be
If I knew what “IT” was, I'd be so happy, I'd pee
Maybe “IT” is a wart
Quite ugly of sorts
Or maybe “IT” is a booger hanging from my goatee
Your pickin ur nose cause u let that booger grow,pull that
sucker out,roll it all about,get it nice and dry,then flip it far
and high,drive on down the road singing booger goodby!
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 two
So pick out that booger before you blow a gasket
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 even wet.’
*Booger – surfing term for body boarder
Charming child, your apple cheeks
give an appearance which bespeaks
of girlish innocence.
I have ten dollars and ten cents -
Now that you have gained my trust,
do with me what you must.
Sell me cookies, 'lil booger,
and kill me with loads of sugar.
She kept a close eye on her child
He had his fist close to his chest
An adorable smiling toddler
Hard to track but she did her best
Whenever he came close to her
She said, "What you got there sugar?"
He opened up his hand and smiled
And then said,"It's a booger!"
Poor Johnny. Halloween night he was high on sugar ~
The next morning, he woke up 'low on sugar.' O, booger...
Poet's Cryptic Comment:
Some ask Why
Others ask Why not
I'm (too) busy ~
cleaning up the snot
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 of mice
Your hair is curly like my favorite fries
You've got booger brains in your eyes
Okay Ill stop now you're really my friend
& this poem has come to an end!
I am a booger
I live inside your nose
sometimes I'm runny
other times bacteria grows
I am a booger
you need to set me free
Stick me under the desk
just don't let anyone see
If you think I'm being funny
I'm not; I'm transparent
you should always pick your boogers
just not Infront of a parent.
With one hand on my thigh
I realize it's time
To pick
My booger
At night all alone
I pick.
My boogers.
And when one hangs low.
I stop
And think
About my life...
2 people see two things wrong with too.
Being involved.
We stop
And scratch our heads.
And when we are deep
In thought
We realize
That
Our fingers
Are on
Our boogers.
Believe it or not these are actual
town names in the U.S.A. and Canada
BOOGER HOLE West Virginia
CROTCH LAKE Ontario
KNOCK EM STIFF Ohio
INTERCOURSE Pennsylvania
PEE PEE CREEK Ohio
SCRATCH ANKLE Alabama
CRAPAUD Prince Edward Island
TWO EGGS Florida
WHY NOT North Carolina
STINKY POO Alabama
SNAFU Alaska
ANUS Indiana
DDILDO Newfoundland
She was so sweet, like refined sugar
He was so crude, like oil from a well
And sometimes even a real booger
But deep down she could always tell
That someday he would really be swell
And that true love they would surely find
Because he would end up doing really well
And that marriage license would be signed
With the ringing of that old wedding bell
Down the road of life they would both propel
Waking up kidneys hurt,
Trying to compress them with muscle,
Fluctuate blood but I'm not sure,
The blood rushes to my head,
I didn't drink last night,
Am I dead?
A rainbow of colors fill my eyes I hear wavelengths,
Am I about to die,
I remember I had too much sugar,
Woke up gasping for air,
Water out my nose,
Booger.
It was death that had me scared,
But I died so many times I can't really care.
speak up my dear
the class can't hear you
when you mumble
e-n-u-n-c-i-a-t-e
stand up straight
pull that hair back
from your face
no wonder no one wants
to play with you
at recess all you ever do
is sit outside the classroom door
nose in a book
"look, look! it's bug-eyes"
she hears somebody say
"she's such a booger-nosed,
knobby-kneed, goober-dweeb"
she waits . . .
until their voices fade
to wipe her tears
away
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 out of a sneeze
An ooey gooey booger
You want me to read
Well NEWS FLASH
YOU SUCK
Your poems are so bad
I can’t read past the first line
Without going MAD
Get them out of here
Your poems aren’t a gift -
In fact I will tell you
The truth and it’s this:
Your poems are just steaming
Piles of S H I T …
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 through the sky,
Embarassed my sister in front of that guy.
Things i did i will not soon forget,
Uh-huh. the devil made me do it.
Sugar in salt, and salt in sugar,
Made my brother eat that booger.
Sorry is a word unsaid,
Hand in cup equals pee in bed.
I cannot say that i hold any regret,
The devil surely made me do it.