A foolish boy named Jimmy Price
refused to take his mum’s advice
and kept on poking up his nose
his fingers, thumbs and, once, his toes
nose picking gave him endless joy
oh what a frightful, horrid, boy
his mother told him that his head
would cave right in and he’d be dead
but Jimmy knew that this was bluff
“it’s such an awful lot of guff
there’s really nothing wrong with snot
I’ll pick my nose and eat the lot”
he scraped and plucked his nostrils clean
it was a truly gruesome scene
ignoring every sign of pain
he rummaged ‘til he found his brain
which out he pulled without a thought
and that’s the end of my report
for Jimmy died right there and then
he never picked his nose again
Moral
It’s most unsatisfactory
to eat what is olfactory
Paul Hughes 2008
Another disturbing insight into the poet’s psyche – digits in orifaces? food issues again? yet another death?
hmmmm.
don’t forget this is a children’s site. perhaps your insinuations imply far more about your mental preoccupations ma’am!
xx
but yes, perhaps i should find a shrink…
I am going to print it out and put it on my wall… There is a kid in my form who is forever unpacking her trunk and the humour might just get the message across
I think that this should be displayed in every school. If not to stop the bloomin’ awful nose picking that goes on, then to inspire our young writers. It’s just fab!
Absolute genius! I laughed my head off
Wonderfully funny. Reminds me of ‘The Lion and Albert’
I agree you should see a shrink ha
A rather good poem. Rather interesting and has certainly inspired me
wow sir that was great!
made us giggle are little heads off!
yoyoyo sir what up thought i would write cuz i like this poem any way have a great easter and i is so cleanin that room when i get back
have fun 
yuk….you dont need a shrink sire….you just have always had a weird sense of humor…but also a very charming boyish charm ^@^ a piggy smile for you
Pure genius, Mr H… Love ths work, the site and the humour… And now I know to stop picking my nose… xD
Shades of Hilaire Belloc, I thought, (though somewhat more graphic!) whose poems I loved when I was young…….