From my head and through my nose,
Goo is dripping on my toes.
I blow and wipe and still it flows,
Inside my skull a monster grows.
He pounds and pushes, causing pain,
He must be sitting on my brain.
I drink my juice but it's in vain,
For from my face his slime does drain.
I cough and wheeze and almost weep,
This evil thing won't let me sleep.
So from my sight, you must creep,
Because out my head he just might leap.
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