Accused

David A Neves

Accused
Booger poetry.

Accused

Towards the end of his shift
At the ebbing of night,
Enraptured in daydreams
As he's stopped at the light,
What could he be thinking
Only heaven can tell,
But the finger in nostril
Was not for the smell.
Did he go in the membrane
Or did he just touch the rim?
That deep, hidden secret
Known only to him;
A grave accusation
That always will stick;
An innocent scratch
Or was it really a "pick"?
The evidence is mounting
More likely than not;
That sickly, green discharge
A huge ball of snot,
That new paper tissue
Could not do the trick,
A careless maneuver
Or was it really a "pick"?
That deep agitation
In the pit of the soul,
As he fumbles for "boogers"
Way up in the hole,
So that grave accusation
Must always stick,
So more likely than not,
It was really a "pick"!

Funny, Wacky, Hilarious!

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