In history class my nose starts itching me.
It gets hard to breathe. Ugh! What it could be?
I bet it's a booger. Those things love my nose,
But I've got no more tissues. Should I use my clothes?
Nah.
My finger comes out, then I stop. Will they see?
I look left and right, no one's looking at me.
The teacher says, "Nicole! What are you thinking about?"
All the kids look my way. Without thinking I blurt out,
"My nose is just itching. There's no booger in there!"
Oops!
All the kids laugh. I want to hide under my chair.
The teacher ignores me and goes back to teaching.
My finger comes out. I can't stop it from reaching.
Then the door opens up. Our principal walks in.
Now is my chance! All eyes are on him!
My finger goes in, so fast and so true.
It nabs that dang booger, and I breathe 'cause it's through.
Almost.
"Nicole your mom's here," I hear the principal say.
My dentist appointment! I'm saved, but dismay.
My classmates all turn and catch me dumbfounded.
So humiliating this is. I'd rather be grounded.
Where can I flick it or stick it? I'm stuck!
I wonder if anyone else has this type of bad luck.
I hide it between my forefingers and thumb.
Wipe it under the desk with some dried up old gum.
I think that I'm safe as I walk out the door.
Then hear a kid yell, "Nicole! Don't pick your nose anymore!"
