Snots by the Lots

You’ve got snots by the lots
And snoogies and boogies
You’re nose is all rosie
You’re feeling all woozie

You’ve come down with a cold
You’re of age now my child
You’ve been to the breeding grounds
Where great germs roam wild

Day care and the doctor’s
The mall food court’s bathroom
you tasted everything
and licked a baboon

So now you are soggy
crusted cranky and crabby
there’ll be no sleep for you
(‘nor for mommy and daddy)

But fear not my child
for some future day
you’ll return to good humor
and go out to play

 

 

Sam is sick so I wrote this poem for him with a suggestion from a friend.