153 – Everybody Loves Good Neighbours

Poem number 153
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Everybody Loves Good Neighbours
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I pick my nose on Fridays
It’s really rather fun
I spread the gloopy bogey
On a toasted linseed bun
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I hand it to my neighbour
And she wolfs it like a shot
She thinks she’s eating pate
But I know she’s eating snot
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That may seem quite disgusting
But that’s just the path she chose
She chucks her rubbish on my lawn
I feed her from my nose.

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