It sounded like a siren, or a cannon that just boomed.
Although my nose felt dry, my stomach growled with dismay
I look down at the green snot and knew what outcome loomed.
Slowly I nibbled at the cotton tissue end,
But I quickly moved to the salty boogers within.
After one, I could not stop, could not even pretend
That my pesky cold had not become a dangerous addiction.
Classmates look on with disgust as I eat my own green monsters
I laugh because I know my obsession TLC will sponsor.
As some of you may know, I suffered
from an obnoxious sinus infection over the past few weeks. The waterfall of
boogers that streamed from my nose seemed never ending, and my constant search
for Kleenex interrupted many of my classes. From the trumpet that sounded to
the awkward walk to and from my seat, this sickness caused me more
discomfort than I have experienced in a while. So my not share it with my AP
English classmates? In my poem, I opted to use the most upfront diction that I
possibly could to arouse the most uneasiness from my readers. Society often
teaches us to apply the euphemism “mucous” instead of “snot” or “boogers,” but
I wanted my classmates to experience the maximum discomfort levels (4, 6). I
must confess that I do not actually consume my soiled Kleenex as an afternoon
snack, so the “salty” description may not hold true (6). However, if anyone
wishes to indulge in my “strange addiction,” please report back with imagery as
vivid as my own. Until then, stay healthy my friends.