Unsuspecting Fly

Ere I dun found a poem a small me wrote. Not much has changed.

I picked my nose for a bogey, a great big slimey bogey
I looked at it, it looked at me and laughed, he he he he
Flicking it towards the sky, past an unsuspecting fly
It went right up, right out of sight, on and on, on its flight
Only to come back again, in the hair of an old fogey
Twas the story of my bogey

Circa 1996.