When the yogi got a bogey
Quite a long way up his nose,
He chanted for an hour or so,
And then struck up a pose.
He stretched his leg around his head
(His movements nice and slow),
And then removed the bogey
With his very smallest toe.
Original poems for the young at heart
When the yogi got a bogey
Quite a long way up his nose,
He chanted for an hour or so,
And then struck up a pose.
He stretched his leg around his head
(His movements nice and slow),
And then removed the bogey
With his very smallest toe.
Wonderfully, charmingly Gross…. Lovely!.