MY BOOGER FANTASY

If I were a booger, I'd hide  up in a nose,

Then, when snot comes along, my bugger self, it grows,

I would hideout there, 

My host, unaware,

Then, when my host got sneezy, out the nose I blows.

SAMMY PLAYS AND LIVES THE BLUES

I once knew a heaping pig, and his name was Sammy Tews,

He played electric guitar, but only rhythm and blues,

Sammy played real well,

All the neighbors, do tell,

But he violated copyright, now he gets sues.

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