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Ode To A ******

Have you ever had a ****** stuck inside your nose?

 

You blow so hard, you get pain down in your toes.

 

You try your best, and you try with all your might.

 

It refuses to come out, all of the day and night.

 

The ****** has made a home, in your head it seems.

 

You blow some more, and even try some creams.

 

No matter what you do, the thing will not come out.

 

You pull your hair, then scream and shout.

 

How desperate you become, to try something new.

 

But what on Earth, could you possibly do?

 

Maybe if you stuck your finger in? No, that would be insane.

 

Or stick your head upside down, out in the freezing rain?

 

You have tried creams and gels, and a Q tip or two.

 

But nothing is working, and nothing will do.

 

And then one day, without even a thought.

 

You sniff real hard, and BEHOLD something caught!

 

Down the back of your nose, and into your throat it will ride.

 

Now it's in your stomach, where it can happily hide.

 

But you swallowed it!  That's really, really gross!

 

Do you even care though, as long as it's out of your nose?

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Nov 11, 2010
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