Cookies and milk;
cream and sugar.
Why did my brother
eat his boogers?

Mother in the kitchen;
Father in the lounge.
His finger went up
To hunt and scrounge

Sweets in the pantry
Dinner set for nine
He pulled green out
And happily said 'MINE!

Screams followed
His nose slowly bled
Turning his finger over
He saw the red

If you need a snack
Look elsewhere first
Green nose offal is
Probably the worst.

I realized how easy
it was to get queazy.
As I saw the exchange.
I only realized then;
my brother is deranged.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Sarapin, in the year 988 AF.