Don’t eat them
I mean it

Their gooeyness and salty taste will always fascinate you
But I promise nothing good will ever come of eating them

If you pick them, try something else,
Flick
them
Stick them to your Dad’s tool box

Yes, that is naughty, I was joking.
Just don’t eat them

I once knew a boy who ate them so much his nose
fell
off

Yes, that’s correct, that is impossible.
Just don’t eat them

If you eat them, girls will think
you’re smelly
and
gross

Yes, you’re right, girls are smelly and gross.
Just don’t eat them

If you continue to eat them the boogeyman will climb in through your window on the morning of your sixth birthday and smash up all of your favourite toys then climb into your bed to bite your fingers off one by one then slowly removing your skin to wear it as an over coat while tap dancing on your chest wearing a pair of spiky shoes and then he’ll use his pointy nails to slice your nose, ears and lips off and put them up your bottom

That shut you up

Don’t eat them
I meant it

© Carl Burkitt 2012