An excerpt from Spill Your Guts, my future collection of fun poems about body parts for both children and adults to enjoy, but mostly for children.

(Read this to your kids, gather their comments, and fling them back to me like a booger.)

I pick my nose when the lights are off,
That’s when there’s less people to scorn and scoff,
I love the crispy slats of mucus
That pull up from the walls like shiny discs.
The boulder-sized boogers are also goodies,
Glued to my finger and jiggling like loogies.
Let’s not forget the coats of slime,
That trap the bugs and viruses that pine
To enter my body and tackle me down,
At least I get snuggles, couch time, and Charlie Brown.

Noses can be a point of contention,
Like when wearing a mask or gaining attention,
Noses, like people, are changing, contorting,
Snips can modify the sound of the snorting.
But keep in mind your nose is your leader,
It helps you find popcorn when you’re at the theater.
If you think you’re too lazy or need meditation,
Follow your nose, inhale your vibration.
Take the time to smell and sniff,
It takes one whiff to dive off that cliff
And sink into what you’ve been for all along,
Come with me, Nose, let’s find our true song.