There was a girl called
Wendy Rose
That always seemed to
pick her nose
Whenever she would walk
about
She’d have a finger
up her snout
Looking for green balls
of joy
That she would pick and
flick at boys
.
With Wendy you never
shook her hand
Although the meeting
may be grand
Her hand would have
hint of green
You know exactly where
it’s been
Sometimes slimy
sometimes dry
Without rubber gloves
you shouldn’t try
.
One day engrossed in a
nasal ball
She used two fingers to
give a haul
As she pulled it
started to move
Long strands of slime
came from the groove
The slime thickened in
to tissue
To her it wasn’t
really an issue
.
She pulled and pulled
and pulled some more
There was loads of
tissue on the floor
Then came blood but she
did not stop
She never cleaned it
with a mop
She kept on pulling
with a joyous shout
Until she pulled
herself inside out
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