My mother warned, “Never pick your nose
You’ll stretch your nostrils big!
Imagine living the rest of your life,
With a face resembling a pig.”
My mother had deep “Frown lines”,
As if she lived a life of fear and fret.
If you didn’t blame light sensitivity,
You’d have missed the game show bet.
The history recorded in each face,
Hides mysteries no one knows…
I’m 70 and don’t look like a pig,
Yet I still secretly pick my nose!
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