Every day, the boy picked his nose,

Always his right thumb, he chose

Wiggling it round like a hose,

Dragging out foul green snot;

You have no idea how much he got!

His mother warned him, he must be careful;,

He may drag out something awful,

Or find his thumb, stuck inside,

The Boy said, he wouldn’t mind.

One day, this is just what happened,

His thumb stubbornly to his nose was fastened.

His mother pulled, with all her might,

His father too, failed their son in his plight.

The ambulance, his mother, quickly called,

The doctor and nurses in hospital were appalled.

They could not think, what they could do;

Then the boy sneezed, his thumb eased,

In an instant like an artist, flying from a trapeze

As into the air he was flung.

From the lightbulb on the ceiling he hung,

A ladder came, to its top rung, he clung.

Never again, did he use his thumb as a tissue,

Using his fingers though, remains an issue!