Winter Colds


by Lynn Bassett

Booggies booggies everywhere
Booggies, booggies we don’t care,
Booggies here and booggies there.
Get a tissue, wipe that nose,
Your nose is running like a hose.
Reddish eyes, lots of whining,
Salty boogers, not for dining.
We’re all sick With winter colds,
Lots of tissues Being sold.
This too shall pass No more red noses,
And once again we can smell the roses.


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