The Rose Limerick
(a.k.a. Rose's Nose)
There once was a girl named Rose
Who had the habit of picking her nose.
It was in there are all day
When she went out to play
And even when she tried on new clothes.
Rose did not have any friends.
When people saw her, they would descend.
Nose picking sure was no good
In Rose’s small neighborhood
No one likes nose-pickers. Comprehend?
One day she played with some glue.
It stuck on her fingers too.
She stuck her finger in
The little nose on her skin
And her finger was stuck! Ewwwww!