Both stopped at the light we are
But unlike me you seem distracted
As your brains you have extracted
How far up there can you go?
While watching this most vulgar show.
You keeping digging deeper still
Until you get your sticky fill
You seem not to notice us
As we gag and make a fuss
With your finger in your nose
Up to your knuckle now it goes
Now with your filthy quest complete
You turn to me and our eyes meet
Does my face betray the truth
That I just watched you finger sleuth?
You speed by me as on you drive
To forget your deep nose dive
I laugh and think with impish zeal
Will your hands stick to the wheel?
This ode to a nose picker
Oh nasty digging slicker
If more tales you would eschew
I would suggest using tissue
-Peter P. Brown 2008