By 
(from Mr. R’s World of Math)
There was a boy who picked his nose,
Thought it tasted fine,
Picked for breakfast, lunch and dinner,
Picked it all the time…
Shared his pickings with his friends,
With his parents too,
Shared his pickings with his pets,
They worked a lot like glue…
Picked his nose all through the day,
Picked all through the night,
Never tired of his picking,
Wanna’ take a bite?
One day he stuck his finger in,
So deep inside his snout,
The rest of him got stuck inside,
He never could get out!
Journey by Paper 
Gross. 🥴
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Snot for you, eh, Fraggelita?
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Nope, too yucky for this Princess.
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Poor dear!
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