Monday, September 24, 2007

Sick conversacione

Poppy: Nose?
Poppy's nose: Yes, Poppy?
Poppy: Nose, stop running.
Poppy's nose: Nope!
Poppy: Yes!
Poppy's nose: No.
Poppy: Yeeeeees.
Poppy's nose: Nah.
Poppy: Yuh!
Poppy's nose: What's in it for me?
Poppy: Nose?
Poppy's nose: Yup!
Poppy: You're mean.
Poppy's nose: Yup!


New York City's Watchdog said...

I think its time for your nose to get a job.

It needs to pay for the kleenex.

sue said...

I take it this is your subtle way of letting us know you're still sick... sorry.

Tug said...

Threaten it with hard paper-towely type tissue.

and feel better...

Kristen said...

I can't take credit for it, because it was written by a friend, but I have a haiku for you:

Somewhere in my head
Below my hair, in my nose,
I am making snot.

Dan said...

Poppy's Nose: "Blow Me."

Poppy Cede said...

Dawg, I told my nose what you said. It snotted on me.

Sue, thank you. :) :)

Tug, it is indiscriminate about what it touches. Slutty nose.

K, aww, thank you for the nose haiku!

Dan, that comment made me laugh my sick little head off when I read it this morning. And then I forgot until just now that you had written it. But I finally remembered! You get best comment of the day award. :)