Dusty

Oh dust, oh dust,
I sneeze, I must,
for rolling filth
and bunny kilts,
with tumbleweed
and tumble wide
and a ketchup bottle
by my side.

Daintily you fly.
darkening the sky,
stirred from your sleep
to go land on sheep.
If you see a monkey
with a shiny behind,
land on him swiftly,
if only to be kind.

You enter my nose.
so I don't hold it closed.
My nose hair attracts you.
Wanna touch it?: Ask to.
Oh boogerlings which I
must never pass on...
Will you join me here
as this dust I do snack on?

Mix you with water,
save you from slaughter.
Tickle you silly,
give you a wet willy.
All so that I can inhale
in a moment.
Dusty horizons.
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