Oh, how I love the mucus flowing from my nose,
Like a river of snot, it just never slows.
It’s such a joy to constantly blow and wipe,
And watch the tissues pile up in a ripe,
Heap of disgust, so fragrant and vile,
I can’t help but grin with a mischievous smile.
Oh, how I relish the taste of mucus in my gob,
It’s like a gourmet dish, fit for a snob.
The way it coats my tongue, so slimy and thick,
It’s like a delicacy you’d find in a chic boutique.
But alas, I must confess, it’s just a silly jest,
For in reality, the taste of snot is the worst.