The Green, Green Snot of Home

The Green, Green Snot of Home

You can't throw me, these feelings are cherished things,
I remember what I thought and what I then did,
Not hidden within my head, but felt and said,

Leaning by the front in her prim and proper pose,
Trying to look glamorous but with snot running down her nose,
I wandered over to help mop up the leak,
I volunteered a smile and then began to speak:

'That green slime that runs down your nose,
Is as out of place as a slug on a rose,
So here take this tissue, think of it as a gift,
Your presence is most welcome but your snot will not be missed'

But as the snot was wiped away I sneezed a greenie back in her face,
And then moved back to clear a space,
As she made an exit I planted a kiss on her cheek who was so stunned she could not speak,
Sometimes you drink, sometimes you sip.