For Michelle

With love...

There I was, driving my car
I had only gone a mile, not very far,
Still pretty close to my neighborhood
But the coast seemed clear, it was all good

And what began as a scratch turned into a full pick
And I turned the corner with one hand, not an ewasy trick
And when my finger emerged, you know what I mean
On the tip it was slimy, wet looking and green

I examined it from all angles, the side, and up and sown
I thought from on angle, it actually liked like a scary clown
Then I rolled down the window and gave it a flick
But just my luck, to my finger, it did stick

So I tried to flick it again, it was airborne at last
If my kids were watching this, they would be having a blast
The little bugger did fly, to the window it got
But did it go outside, no it did not!

It stuck on the window, stretched out and thin
So I picked it off again, flicked it again
This time it flew out, and oh my god it cant be
This hot chick in a convertible was driving next to me

And little did she know, and I couldn’t tell her no way
Of the new hair accessory that she was wering today
And I smiled to her and gave her my flirtiest smile
And drove away from there at a speed of 80 miles

Then I laughed at her and thought of her day at work
And wondered if she knew, would she think I was a jerk?
But I really don’t care cuz the important thing is
That I only picked my nose, its not like I took a whiz