The personal space of Jen

My mother-in-law had a family dinner last night and I was enjoying a plate of lasagna.  I looked over at my thirteen year old nephew and saw him dig his finger up into his nose, pull out a huge booger then eat it.  It was really gross.

I guess that’s what I get for writing all those booger poems;)

Do you suppose
if your toes
were your nose
and your nose
were your toes,
you’d sneeze from your toes
and walk on your nose?
Do you suppose
you’d wear shoes on your nose
and blow snots from your toes,
if your nose
were your toes
and your toes
were your nose?

Slippery Slithery Snot,
A runny nose I’ve got. 
My nose ran away,
The snots here to stay!
Slippery Slithery Snot.

I picked the plumpest peonies
And posed them in a vase.
A pleasing perfumed posy,
Pink petals full of grace.

I placed the posy of peonies
As a pretty centerpiece,
Perfect pungent pom-poms,
Preciously caprice.

I peered into the peonies
As pitch black patterns passed,
Promenading through the petals,
Unpleasant shadows cast.

I pitched the plagued peonies
Packed plentiful with pest,
Petals full of pestilence
Puny unwelcome guests.
 

Thanks guys, how does this work now?

I wish I was a dandelion
Drifting upon a breeze
Sailing through the blue skies
Up high above the trees

Sparkling beneath the golden sun
Upon my wish I’d blow
Up into the heavens
And let my worries go

Blow, blow, blow your nose
Pick those boogers green
Slippery, slithery, snivelily, snottily
Eat your nostrils clean

Up top,
down below,
in-between
which way to go?

Over, under,
round and round,
watch your step
feet on the ground.

One hop forward,
through the gray.
Don't give up,
you'll find your way.

"Good afternoon!"
Buzzed the bee,
To the slithering snake
in the apple tree.

This tree is big
as big as two,
 big enough
for me and you.

Slide on over
and you shall see,
there's room for two
in this big tree.

I have an idea,
a thought or two
about this tree and
me and you.

We'll be tree mates,
we'll have it made.
We'll share the apples,
we'll share the shade.

I'll make honey.
You'll guard the tree.
We'll share a pot
of fresh brewed tea.

I'll sting the foe.
You'll bite the prey.
I'll pick wild flowers
 every day.

We'll be tree mates
you and I,
in this big tree
way up high.

So tell me snake
what do you say,
will you be
my friend today?"

"Just be quiet! 
For goodness sake! 
You talk too much,"
Hissed the snake.

"Your buzzing voice
is bugging me.
You're very loud
for a little bee.

There's no room for two,
I disagree.
I can't slide over
in this small tree.

I don't like honey.
I don't drink tea.
I don't share apples.
This here's my tree!

Were not alike
you and me.
I'm a grumpy snake.
You're a pesky bee.

We can't be friends
what will they say,
a snake and a bee?
No how, no way!"

"Well, excuse me!"
Buzzed the bee,
to the slithering snake
in the apple tree.

"There's no need
to offend.
I thought that you
could use a friend.

Your all alone
In this big tree,
without a friend
just like me.
 
It shouldn't matter
what others say.
If there is a will,
there is a way."

"Okay!  Okay!
Give me a break!
Don't start crying,"
hissed the snake.

"Listen here
you pesky bee.
I've got rules
for this tree.

We'll take turns.
We'll share the chores.
The right sides mine,
the left sides yours.

You'll rake the leaves.
I'll mow the yard.
This apple tree
we both will guard.

I'll be your friend
if you agree.
To share the chores
I'll share this tree."

"I'd do agree!"
Buzzed the bee,
to the slithering snake
in the apple tree.

They shared the tree.
They shared the chores.
We all have a friend,
how did you meet yours?