timmy

I warn you this tale can be quite gross
It’s about Timmy who loved to pick his nose
You’d say we all do it once in a while
But Timmy, the boy, did he have style
What set him apart was his wondrous zeal
His love to excavate fresh before a meal
He would wash his hands not after but first
And then select pods just about to burst
His fingers would find the gooiest piece
With happy instinct honed from expertise
Again and again and always without fail
He would only grab those that left a trail
He likened them to mozzarella cheese
Smooth, sticky and salty as you please
He would oft let the loose end hang
Like an evil wolf’s glistening white fang
Then he’d swing his head from left to right
And watch the snot ball dance in flight
Sometimes he’d make cute little figurines
As flesh and blood as you’d ever seen
He heated six months worth on a nonstick pan
And made his masterpiece, the Booger Man
Later still, he rolled it into a neat brown ball
Tossed it, chewed it and smiled “that’s all!”
But it was the encore that made you sick
What Timmy called his ol’ bubblegum trick.

ram cobain