Ode to Runny Noses
by Eli Creek
Age: 10 Months
Translated from baby speak by his mom and dad.
Oh thou stream of glistening snot,
I like to taste you quite a lot.
I want to taste you every day,
From October until May.
My mom, she wishes you would go,
But me, I do not want it so.
Your salty taste and luscious feel,
I want to have you every meal,
Instead of breakfast, lunch or dinner,
I prefer the constant shimmer,
Me, I have but one small gripe,
It's when my parents use a wipe.
They steal away thy precious glow,
From descent to mouth below.
But you shall return at my next sneeze,
with every passing winter breeze.