Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Digging for Gold

I walk around, look up and down
So as to not get caught
“What’s this?” I wonder, a treasure to plunder?
But mommy calls it “snot”.

I run away, so that you’ll play
My game of run and chase.
If you catch me, I’ll squeal with glee,
You’ll see it on my face.

You must be quick so you can pick
The booger off my hand.
I have a hunch you’ll lose your lunch,
But now you understand.

My gift to you was overdue
I’m glad our game is done.
But wait one minute, your hand…what’s in it?!
Clean hands aren’t near as fun.

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