Poetic Verses
The Boogey 100
It was a cold race
snot on the run
held by a tissue
a shining down sun.
Along came a sneeze
to speed up the race
that boogey it flew
all over the place.
Lost in the air
at a troubling cost
that little boogey
the race was lost.
Passed on to another
the race came anew
snot on the run
the race is with you.
snot on the run
held by a tissue
a shining down sun.
Along came a sneeze
to speed up the race
that boogey it flew
all over the place.
Lost in the air
at a troubling cost
that little boogey
the race was lost.
Passed on to another
the race came anew
snot on the run
the race is with you.
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The Boogey 100
The Boogey 100