You’ll die
Johnclarestokes
When around the age of five
Nose picking was all the rage
Mamma tried everything to get
me to act my age
But nothing worked on the
little toe head.
Finally at her wits end
she took me to see Dr Head
the only doctor in Wakulla county
To see if he could cure me.
He sat me down and in a serious tone
said, “you’ll die if you pick your nose.”
At first I feared, for I remembered Mrs Mary
lying in her bedroom, hands cross in the wake
and surely the Lord my soul I didn’t
Want Him to take.
But then, my little high IQ kicked in
and I concluded this could not possibly be
maybe if I stared into the sun or peed into
the electric heater, but not from nose picking.
and so I left him satisfied I was cured.
And as far as mamma knew I was,
I made sure I only picked in secret
Content on the banks of the Sopchoppy
Just me and a nose full of boogers
and just a slight bit of conscience
telling me, I sure hope Dr Head is
not proven to not be practicing quackery.
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